I miss you.
As I miss the blazing sunrises of so many other places I've been, I miss you and the inspiration, the passion you flared in me.
It is a dangerous business, life, even more so when lived with purpose and passion. Even harder when worth living.
And I'm still missing you. My skin still burns with the sense of your touch, as if I were the earth warmed by the intensity of the light shown down upon me through the eyes of the sun in our little part of the universe.