We used to communicate through kicks and pats on the belly.
Sometimes even through music and feeling you dance to your favorite song.
You heard me whisper how loved you were and how I couldn’t wait to hold you in my arms.
The way we communicated was my favorite.
Then it all went away.
Instead, we had to learn how to talk in different ways.
Writing letters and waiting for you to join me in my dreams.
Seeing you paint the sky blue and orange just for me.
No matter how much we communicate to each other, the message is always the same.
I love you. I miss you.
Please come back home.