flying solo: 10 days

i thought coming home

to an empty house

wouldn’t be odd

surprise, surprise

what’s odd

is the lack of you here…


i dove with ease into these calm waters

floating without a routine

sensing that there should be

a certain guilt layered into

the joy of temporarily

flying solo…

instead, i was able

to sprawl across this empty bed

sleeping peacefully

through the night…


the sheets were cold at 3am

there was no warmth

of you

to fold myself into…

on your pillows

the scents of you remain

i curled my body against them

inhaling the lonely bouquet

of your absence

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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1 Response to flying solo: 10 days

  1. I know what you are talking about. It is a crazy feeling… to reach across the percale sheets expecting the reassuring sensation of touching the flesh of your lover ever so gently, but finding nothing except cool sheets. A moment of confusion. Then the truth of flying solo. It is only temporary. But I think of a day when it might be permanent and I wonder if I have the strength to remain aloft.

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