5 years later, I find myself, waiting for you. I wait inside the small, air conditioned space that is the prison reception room. I look expectantly at a door leading off to god knows where, and wait for your perfect body to emerge. I look for your well tanned face, and the strong arms I have missed being around me for so long. I always thought about you, your ring always on my finger. But you surprise me; you always did. You walk out of a door on the other side, that opens near the desk where a sturdy looking woman sits, shuffling papers. You look different. I heard people change when they go to prison. Your eyes were the same, though; Blue. They were filled with tears; I don't think that suited you, although I'm sure I had more tears streaming down my face. It didn't matter, I ran to you anyway. Those strong arms encircling my body, lifting me into the air, spinning me; Spinning me so that the world around us spins in harmony, and in the blur that flashes past us as I rest my head against your shoulder, I can see this: red land, the red haze that comes as the sun sets over your house and we lay outside, expectant that, as always, the stars will float out of seemingly nowhere, and instead of heat from the sun we receive coolness of the moon. We lay under the stars, you whispering stories about different constellations, and me with my ear on your chest, vibrating slightly as your soft words rumble deep through you. This is the way we are. This is where we belong. On the land that needs saving. In the house you built out of everything you owned, in the shed where you painted the land you loved, and me too. I can still see the crawl marks I had left in what seemed a lifetime ago, but at the same time, only yesterday. We belong together, and you were right all along. You did keep me forever. But I didn't mind; perhaps it was me that had always kept you.