'I love you sub-atomically’- you said. 'Entangled’- you said. How then did our realities separate? I am incoherent in this decoherence. Where are you now? How do I reach you? I dream of dreaming of you. I wait secretly, surreptitiously to wake up in your reality. 'Strong’, they say I am, but you were the only one I could ever be weak with. So I wake up in this reality and think up schemes of how I can reach out to you. 'Finding goodness' you said- that was what your mission. A smorgasbord of goodness is what I want to serve up for you. Goodness for you, inspired by you. Your name. I need people saying your name. To keep you in my present- and maybe then I can dial back into your soul? This is my plan, my stepped program to somehow make it back to a merged reality, to fill the emptiness of my atoms were your electrons danced.