I dont sleep anymore... Im up till 4 and awake by 8... I go through photos and old letters, traveling down memory lane, in hopes of running into you... I curl up small on my side of the bed leaving plenty of room, or I stretch out across the entire bed trying to take it all up myself... I hate sleeping alone, I hate being alone... When Im sad, when Im hurt, but mostly when Im happy, I find less joy to be felt in anything in the absence of love... I ache to share what impassions me with who impassions me. I love our children, love this home, love my career, love to create, love this life... And it all means less... Love means little in your absence.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 07:10:12 +0000