The gift

So beautiful. I could never have imagined that I would receive something today that would touch me so deeply; a love letter, weaving your words of love into the fabric of my soul. The deep umber shadow that is with me through day and darkness, my constant companion, lifted long enough for me to feel the depths of your words. I want to sear the edges so that there are no loose threads to be pulled or unpicked, so that the cloth you made will bind your words behind my eyes and I will never forget. My body, so ravaged by the years, crumpled easily under the weight of tenderness you packaged up and sent to me. But what words of love can I return to you? I am bereft of anything but deep depression and longing. I long so much to be loved in the way that you love and cry rivers of tears that words like yours are never meant for me.