You're In my Heart, Pilot

You're there, Pilot.

Fifth intercostal space, midclavicular line ~ that's where I hold you - at the Point of Maximum Intensity of my heart's beat. There's so much to say to you ~ but it's all so visceral ... Your physical absence from me no longer eats me alive.

You, Pilot, I carry in my heart. And I count the weeks, days, hours, minutes until I can touch you, taste you, feel you, smell you.