Robin—my love—come back and hold my hand, like tide that finds the shore and understands. Return the warmth that lived in morning light, the steady presence turning wrongs to right.Come close and let your fingers find my palm, a simple clasp to steady every calm. Speak soft, and let your laughter mend the seams of empty rooms and nights that stole our dreams.If love can summon footsteps through the rain, then let these words call back your heart again. Come home—come hold my hand and stay awhile; I'll meet you there and learn to
