Growing up she’d been my best friend—looked up to me as we discovered life.

Then I was called away.

And when I returned, I was not the same.

Broken, the tables had turned. And now, experienced in ways I was not, she was guiding me.

I wondered at her self-assurance; her joie de vivre.

Her fingers encouraged me, overcoming my uncertainty.

She smiled joyfully as I slid into her warmth. Held me tenderly until I filled her, becoming one and completing a journey interrupted.

Healing tears flowed as hope returned.

I am home. Maybe I can be whole again…