In the times of quiet, we were together, not alone, expressed within a peace of the bonded pair. No words necessary, no strife or anxiety. The day passed in a sweetness that is now held deep in my soul.
Today, it is this quiet bond we experienced that creates a longing in my soul. The days we watched our favorite program, or worked individually side by side. In these last years, we experienced this settled and contentedness. It is these that make me ache as I remember. I lie in bed aching for that calm, that peace, that bond.
Returning to an empty home after a day enjoyed with friends is especially hard. My husband and friend is not here to share about the day. It is these nights I am particularly aware of the absence of my other half. My friend.
