Truly, lonely nights are no more lonely knowing you’re held in another’s arms.
I imagine you feel consoled and supported with warm skin against yours
in lieu of my ability to do the same.
Though as I lie alone, head to thin throw pillow upon a stiff couch,
missing you weighs more evidently on my heart than before.
It’s a delicate balance between selfish longing for your comfort,
knowing you’d have to carry more of this weight until morning, and a grinning awe,
knowing my love is out in the world so bravely exploring what opportunities arise.
“Have fun, my love” I say honestly and with a faint sigh,
while resting between tides of longing and pride ’til sunrise.