Forgotten.
It feels so strange that you’re not around, the first time in more than half a year.
It’s like back to my JBR days of spending all Friday in bed and alone, flat out from the work week. I get up at 9 in the evening to realise that it’s already dark, and the day has silently slipped by.
Some weekdays, I take a short nap, and it’s dark when I get up, but always to a kiss, and your warm embrace.
And I listen, waiting for your key to turn the lock. But this time, the apartment remains cool, dark and quiet, and will be for at least a week more. The broadband and tv connections are down. You’re asleep more than halfway across the world. Its silent, save for the sound of revving Ferraris in the street below.
Like I’m forgotten again.
But the thought of you makes me smile, every time. And the thought of having you in my life now warms me. Because I know that I’ll always have that same kiss and embrace to wake up to, even if sometimes, we have to be apart for a little while.
