It knows no time

It doesn't matter how many years pass or where you might be or what time of the day or night it is. It knows no time.

This love that still exists and roams the earth looking for you.

It's like a child, an animal, it doesn't understand that death means you're no longer here, you aren't coming home, it sits by the window, looking, waiting, hoping and sometimes I find the door open and it's gone, looking..

It knows no time, no matter that it's been 12 years, no matter if it's midnight, it will go searching and then suddenly bound back to my side, tug on my heart and say 'remember this?' And it places some loved, worn memory in my mind..

This morning, just after midnight, it was a birthday memory. The one where we were sitting outside the cottage at Mooloolah on a blanket, under the trees. You had given me the carved wooden sun and moon. And then you were standing and pulled me to my feet. You were half shy. You said 'Look, look.' Your arm was stretched downward. I thought you were pointing at the ground. I was looking at the grass. I couldn't see anything. 'I can't see anything' I said. You said 'Here, here.'

It was on your arm. The tattoo on your arm that you'd designed years before. In the empty scroll, you'd had my name tattooed there. "Now you're always with me.' you said.

I want that day again. I want those arms. I want to see my name on your arm again. I want to always be with you. I want you to be here. It knows no time.

Time doesn't heal all things. It just gives you distance. The moment I think of you or something reminds me or I remember something. Your laugh, the smell of your hair, the mornings how you would open your eyes, smile and pull me into you straight away. Your journal, the sound of your motorbike pulling into the drive.

Missing you.

It knows no time.