Missing the husband I’ve yet to meet.

Though you are not here – I must confess,

that I can feel you holding me in the moments between being awake and being asleep.

That’s where I am loving you.

That’s where I still believe that you exist.

That’s where I still believe you might be on your way.

Holding me.

Kissing me.

Touching me.

Loving me.

–S.