Absence and Appreciation

Comfort was the world with you in it.

The inebriating power of being simultaneously horizontal

It became like water,

talking to you.

And losing that which I could not imagine becoming lost

Came perilously close to silencing our dialogue

The tricky part, I’ve learned, is having to be both you and me

I had grown blind to such an extraordinary gift’s fragility

Soulmates assume one cannot function without the other

And yet that fateful day happened at the end of that summer.

And, just like that,

My comfort was gone.

The smell of our room, the familiarity of our pillows

Our routine, the weirdness that was so normal for us

The constant, the reliable, the loyalty, the trust.

We defined comfort in our atypical way

But now I face the world without it throughout every brutal day

But, I’ve managed to find the words that you left in me

So now I can summon our comfort whenever I need.