Missed you today.
6 am when I awoke startled,
You weren’t there,
Hand tracing the edges of your pillow.
Tiptoed into the next room.
Good, the shower was running.
Tiptoed back.
Missed you today.
You stared at your phone.
Furiously tap, tap, tapping,
Wanting to get out that last email.
Needed a hug,
But resisted.
Tiptoed away.
Missed you today.
“See you on the other side.”
Maybe you are like me,
Missing you,
Tiptoeing around it,
Not wanting to disturb this careful balance,
Of feeling, but not feeling,
Of giving, but not giving too much.
Because too much might not be enough.
What if it’s not?
What if it’s plenty?
You take my hand,
Tell me how much you miss me.
We stop tiptoeing.
