I am writing this early Sunday evening. I am visiting both my mother and my daughter, but CJ is not with me. I do not have a private area to bring out the Dirty Debbie in me, but I wanted to put keyboard to screen as it were and get some feelings out.
The separations has happened before
Whether a weekend or years it’s the same
This time, reason unknown, I ache more
The cool air hardened my nipples
Was the breeze CJ, I wished that it were.
That’s it, put the shortest way I know.
Maybe the fact that I can’t express it as well as I’d like is something in and of itself. Maybe that makes the readers think to themselves, yes I know.
So it’s not such a bad thing, I know this time tomorrow I will be on my way home in more ways than one.