Time and Space

Going to sleep now, and though you’re unaware… I miss him.  He is away.  There is a time at the end of the day when his presence is most needed for bedtime things, like holding and wrapping arms around me.  My feet like to rest between his legs when they are cold.  I’d like to think I was the first, but I know the gesture is age old.  It’s like I come from a long line of women with cold feet.  Loving him the way I do but needing space.  Careful these days of where I leave energy, biding my time ’til he brings it back to me.


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