This poem seems to lack most of the elements that make me love your poetry---in particular, the strength of your imagination.
Although, I get the feeling that this isn't one of those dressed-to-impress poems of yours, but something you wanted to write as a communication between your self and the apostrophic other. In that sense, though I'm not comfortable gauging quality, I'd wager you're been successful...
Lovely seeing you around here again, Ri. Take care of yourself, sweetheart.
"God becomes as we are that we may be as he is." ~William Blake