The Missing You

My darling,
Today, the missing you is bad–going cross-eyed wanting to call you bad. Just because things are good. Wanting to share and have you be happy for me.
Going to the airport alone was more of a challenge than recent travels would have made think it would be. I was more aware that you weren’t there to take me and I’m not sure why.
Guessing this is just a phase of the grief… A return to the intense missing. I’m trying to sit with it and not let it drive me.  I’ll probably spend the flight planning and hoping for the opening that will open you up to me.
Until then I just keep the soundtrack in my head running.
All my love.

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