I miss him - when devils crawl around me, I miss him.
When I am in the midst of the foulest mental mists, I miss him.
When it hurts to love and hurts even more to say sorry, I miss him.
I miss him so, because when he is near I can hold him through. Look into his eyes and know that the world's just going to set itself right.
- For the Oyster Seeker, whose hugs come second closest to the assurances of god.
