Dear Willow Rose,

Tonight, I think of you as I feed a machine. Attached to cords and electricity, I allow them to drain me of your life sustenance so that I can give it to you when you are ready for it. They have to be monitored for the appropriate levels of pull. 

But when your sweet lips are on me, I will be so much more at peace, Your ever gentle angelic ask at my breasts a contrast to the demand of the machine. I will hold your sweet sweet head and cradle you with love, while you move closer and closer to my ventricled closet of love. 

Our loves will unite when you come home to me, heal Willow, so we both can.