The moment she molds to the cozy nook of his company,
she leaves for obligated adventure.
Distance is a wall-less prison that separates their union.
At first, consternation stings like a band-aid ripped off her heart-
his absence is missed like a front tooth.
Patience comforts the next few phases of loving someone who can’t be touched
and when she’s on her way home,
concern trails behind expected excitement.
As eager as a first-day employee, she routinely prepares for his return.
Making sure she presents her best, she paints her pretty little toes
rubs every pore on her skin clean and lathers herself in lavender.
She’s missed him and wants to prove it
by doing the little things she found no meaning to do without him.
But there’s a thought hanging that just won’t fade away.
One thought multiplies and generates a feeling.
A sore throbs in her chest
much more painful than the previous band-aid problem.
Pieces of history haunt her intentions.