Dear Ops,

            I miss your tender touch on my skin as I watched you graze along the fence, my love, I want your love and your soul to be connected. Our fallen children are no more. I cannot change that; I can’t change the way things happened. It is my fault, love, but our children aren’t the sadness part about this- I lost you. You lost you. We were a team at one point, and we are no longer going the same direction. I cannot change what happened, I can only change what happens next. Please come back. I ripped what was left of you. (I did) But, I can fix what’s left to, if you’ll just let me.

Saturn