My Addiction is You

To my husband:

My love

You cannot possibly fathom how incredibly boring my life is without you

Nor can you grasp the loneliness I feel when you are away

Just your presence makes my day worth living

Your smile, your voice, your skin, or your laugh

These are the things I need and crave

Everything I see or hear I want to share with you

Because everything I experience reminds me of you

When I said forever, I didn't mean some far-reaching hour years from now

I meant every moment between now and then

Like a child consumed with thoughts of Christmas morning

My every thought is fixated on your return to me

As if my mind and heart are already there

And the time in between is nothing more than a bad dream

If love is a sickness, I am gravely ill

Addicted to you, this withdrawal will surely be the death of me

But I want the symptom, not the cure

So please, the only gift I ever want

Is you

- wit - 

Missing

When the one I love travels, my home is suddenly full of holes. Looking at the possessions left behind, I suddenly become aware of all the missing pieces. His favorite seat is empty. Toothbrushes and toiletries have disappeared from the bathroom. Clothes are missing from the dresser and closet.

Strange, how such small details go unnoticed until he is gone. The things that annoy me - his stuff on my side of the bed, his insufferable mannerisms - fade from memory and are meaningless. But the good suddenly holds such power as soon as it is missing.

While the absence of these things is sad, it is also comforting. It is a reminder that my loved one is somewhere, alive and hopefully well, and all these things are with him. It means he is coming back.

- wit -