I listen in quiet rapture to the the gentle mutterings of your heart and lungs.It’s been far too long since I’ve touched your face. Time and care have left ever so delicate footprints on it since I saw you last. Your bones and sinews shelter me as I tell my fingers to remember the feel of your hair. Our clasped motley hands are at once distinct yet blended. Our time together is brief, before we are whisked away once again. Love is a harsh mistress, and Circumstance a cruel master, permitting us happiness for the briefest of moments—-
And then we part again.
I wander around a house that’s too big in a place too empty without you to fill it. I’ve been severed from you again, and I’ve lost myself in the process. I occupy myself with menial tasks to forget the pain of separation, but folding laundry or reorganizing my spice rack fails me; you are never far from my mind. My eyes may have become reacquainted with sorrow, but my heart is thankful for the chance to have seen you, touched you, laughed with you, cried with you. We will be together again; good things take time, and I suppose we’ll just have to wait our turn once more. But for now, I’m grateful for the time we had, in which our souls were knitted more closely together than before, and will grow closer still.