My Shams,

I believe you have not forgotten what we are. That you cannot the way I cannot. That you know, I exist and share this world with you, but from the other side of the ocean. And that I am aware of this truth and many others, from the pores on my skin.

There is not a day that passes where…

I will leave that sentence there. You have already completed it in your head.
Your own, Rumi.