The Ache of Absence

 

Distance makes the heart

grow fond, they say, and I feel

The truth of those words searing

through my bones in a familiar

way. As days filled with your

absence stretch before me,

I feel like a foreigner in my

own skin.

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It’s the ordinary things I miss…

How your eyes light up like

the sun lights up a horizon

When I appear in the doorway,

Your welcome home kisses.

I miss our chats around the

day’s events— the highlights,

frustrations and random bits of

information; sometimes we’re

Too tired to talk about anything

Besides the practicalities of

dinner, but even less-significant

‘in-between’ things weave

us together into closer

companionship.

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These ordinary moments might

Seem mundane to some, or

Lacking the lustre of romance,

But to me they’ve become the

Prize— the helium that makes

Our love float high, a rhythm

to keep us in tune.

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Distance really does reveal

the beauty we’re prone to

miss— a magnifying glass

exposing love’s work in the

dust of everyday like invisible

ink. If anything, it magnifies the

joy that simply being with

you brings and that’s reason

enough to endure days without

you in deepest gratitude.

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As one more night washes

into dawn, the ache of your

absence simply reminds me

how much richer life has

become since you walked

into it, and how much you

truly complete Me. I can’t

begin to fathom the

adventures that await us.

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Though it will always be

bittersweet, distance does,

indeed, make the heart

grow fonder.