Life of Rachel

I’m plagued with wistfulness and what-ifs for you who I had come to grow homesick sick for 

Now I am wandering around in a daze as if drunk, wondering where my heart belongs 

I feel the floor give out under my feet and I am left falling, falling, falling 

I remembered the shape of your name on my lips, I whispered it and it left a dull echo in the nothingness I’ve arrived at 

Then I look to him who lit the match of life within my soul:

A face bright and pouring over with love.

I am found.