Normally I am a huge proponent of the means over the end.
But I need you to come back.
I don’t know -cannot bear to imagine- what you’re going through,
Or what you will have to do to make it out again.
Just come home.
I will smooth whatever jagged pieces of you need repair.
You already know my hands are tough enough.
This is not a request.
You will return.
I don’t care how.