I miss you so much, my heart aches-
my head hurts,
my stomach is in knots
from the uncertainty
of never seeing you again.
When the signs come in threes,
they become increasingly difficult to ignore
as the universe lets you in on its intentions.
But I don’t know my own,
and you don’t know yourself-
so when the universe is telling us its secrets,
we fall to practicality for suggestion.
But don’t you see?
We’re meant to be.
And I don’t think the universe will be willing to take
no for an answer.