August 31, 2013

I Thought of You This Morning. ~ Diana Juskov

I thought of you this morning

as I buried my head into the pillow where I wished yours lay.

Your smell still lingers in the deep recesses of my mind and I smile remembering how I would ever so gently inch closer to you as you slept, just so I could smell your sweetness.

I thought of you this morning as my yoga mat carried the extra weight that sadness adds to the heart.

I entered into the warrior that I am and held on longer than usual to embrace the warrior I am not.

I thought of you this morning whilst waiting for my green smoothie to blend.

I stared at the kettle thinking that if you were here I would make you a cup of tea just the way you like it, two sugars with a dash of milk.

I thought of you this morning as I closed the door behind me whilst checking my bag for something I‘d forgotten to pack.

It was all there, what was missing was the peck your lips would give mine to wish each other a lovely day.

I thought of you this morning as I turned my computer on, checked its time and acknowledged the difference that separates us.

Your sun isn’t up whilst mine is enjoying the big blue sky.

I thought of you this morning as I checked my email and didn’t see your name.

My heart sinks a little deeper into my chest when this happens; I feel our connection is weakening.

I thought of you this morning as the morning became the afternoon.

My lunch isn’t dinner leftovers that we made the night before and enjoyed a glass of wine with.

And then I kept thinking of you as the suns and moons dance in and out of my life the way we would dance through our house where we created love, made love and loved love.

This isn’t easy and we may not survive the separation but I am grateful that I still think of you.

I would rather feel the hurt of remembering you than feel the absence that is forgetting you.

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