When you’re not there

You’ve had to work late tonight, some issue has come up and you’re not here. I feel desolate. Lonely. Alone. I’m not – our 20 year old son is home. But my body aches that you’re not here.

A dear friend visited with gifts for my birthday. We chat and laugh. It helps. As soon as she leaves I am desolate again.

I can’t stand to be downstairs where you’re not.  I have a bath and get ready for bed.

You hope to leave soon. I could cry with relief.

And now I’m in bed, the wrinkled sheets where you slept last night, smell of you. But you’re not here.

It scares me how much I need you. Please, MrH, Sir, come home safe.

 

5 Replies to “When you’re not there”

  1. THIS IS HOW I FEEL!!!! my Master works in mining and he’s gone from 3:30 am to 9:30 pm 6 days a week and I just ache for him when he is gone. I too feel alone even with a 4 and 5 year old in the house! My heart skips a beat with every beep of my phone when he texts me. And when he calls to say he is on his way home it’s like I can finally breathe again. I can’t live without him, his smell, his touch, everything about him!

  2. I’m like this every time HD boards a plane for work. I worry that he won’t come back and I don’t know what I would do if he didn’t. I snuggle his pjs and his pillow because it makes me feel a little like he’s with me. *hug*

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