I wait for the motivation to do the things I said I want to do, but I feel in a sort of limbo, on hold. I’m forgetting things that I need to do.
And I’ve been wondering how it is that one person absent can make such a mess of me. I’ve lost track of hours, patterns and routines elude me. Without that door opening in the night to him coming in I have no reason to finish this project just yet. It will keep me company at 2 am when I still can’t sleep.
How? How did this happen to independent me, the one who used to go camping in remote places by herself before cell phones.
Why does his brief absence feel like such an emptiness in the fabric of my days this time around?
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