Time and time again i am sitting in bed. Early afternoons spent thinking of you. I write what i can recall and the things that only happen in my head. Am i dead? Because you said till death do us part. I truly wish for a swifter end in my heart. But time and time again i write what only happens in my head. I start to picture myself searching for your house. I don't know the number but I'm on your street. My best friend is with me. Lets go get our girls, we say. Its urgent. It has to happen today. We wander past the grocery store and into the industrial district. Its impossible that we'd miss it with love as our compass as we stand upon the steet. Our feet now unsure in heavy boots. We ask those we greet but our love is our compass and we re on the right street we just don't know the number. I'm thinking of what to say when i finally find you. Gabrielle, i want to save you from your insecurities. I can be that home that was never filled by your family. I know you don't trust men but i will never leave you. We can be together the ideal of whatever we do. Love you.