I knew you would come back, right, babe? But now that the day has finally arrived, my heart isn't filled with the joy I imagined. It's like a rain that hasn't fallen in a long time; when it finally comes down, the soil has cracked and can't hold it. You stand in front of me, and what I see isn't a reunion, but the days you were gone. Those empty seats, the messages that were never sent, the dreams that keep me tossing and turning at night. I say "right, babe," but my voice is so soft, as if afraid to wake something, actually afraid of waking up again in a day without you.