Why is it that every single time I have to leave you, even just for a short while, I feel an ache that paralyzes me and turns my heart cold?

Why is it that I cannot bear to be away from you?

What power do you possess that can chain me down and make me fight whenever I must break away?

What is hidden in your core that talks to me, haunts me, taunts me and sometimes ignores me?

Who made you my shield, when I was not looking for something to protect me?

Who made me yearn to be with you, always?

You are just a place – ground, grass, trees, stone, sky….beautiful, endless sky…

There is not much of you – mountains, dessert, valleys, plains…merging together…as one…

A land – torn, split, ravaged by hate….standing alone…like me…victorious…

Prevailing – despite.

And maybe we are one…

because maybe you were made for me…

and I for you…

and the reason you hold me tight…

is because I will not let you go.

So dear, dear land…

Wait for me, for just a little while.

I’ll be back with more resolve to remain faithful to you.

And you and I can continue waiting, together.