The first few days, it's easy
Like abandoning your homework or
Skipping your early morning run
So ridiculously free feeling
I sigh and sit back in my chair
Feet propped up
As the days grow to a week
A weed begins to grow in my stomach
Curling around my chest and
Constricting my breath
I realize soon enough
What it really is
I miss you
Quilt of Dragonflies
I really do
Every day without you
Becomes incomplete
A story without an ending
A song without tune
Tonight
I rush to the computer
Wait impatiently as the screen comes to life
Tap furiously at the keyboard
Three words
I
Am
Back.
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