I sit here tonight just having walked through the door. It's been a week of late nights, and my sweetheart is fast asleep. My day is filled with unimaginable things to him, earnest conversations and demands for my time that are far removed from his world.
The quiet love from the room calls to me, welcomes me home, wonders where I have been. What is it that pulls me forward and into and through a whirlwind kind of day, each day busier than the last? Why my relentless drive?
I miss you, I whisper as I curl into sleep, into love, longing for the contact of a warm embrace, hand in hand for walks and a laugh. I have come to see an exorcise is in my future.
No comments:
Post a Comment