I had to start work again today and being away from you was difficult. The longer I was gone, the harder it became. I felt this sort of mounting anxiety and it grew heavier and heavier as time went on. I wondered how you were and what the results were of your eco-cardiogram. I wondered whether you were finally peeking out through your eyelids. But most of all, I just missed you.
Maybe this is what it feels like to be a migratory bird? To get an itch to fly south to some place you feel fidelity. To the place you feel whole.