pining.

Missing the smile, the warmth, the voice, the touch. Missing the wit, the smell, the presence, the hugs.

Fatigue laden, yet mind still caught up in the whirl. Missing like crazy, yet abiding by promise not to call. Hard to restrain, yet control I must. Consideration a pain, yet rather than than cause actual pain.

So confused, yet no longer embittered. Waiting for the return, waiting for reconciliation.