My Love

My husband is gone.

Not gone gone. Just not right here. Even though it’s only been a few hours, and although I know we will be together again in a couple of weeks, there’s a feeling of emptiness inside me right now.

I’m not going to lie. I’m seriously looking forward to sleeping diagonally in bed tonight. But, in the morning when I reach out and feel the cool sheet under my hand instead of his warm body? I’m dreading that.