The Deployment
Good morning my husband
Oh, you're not there
I see a blinking phone light, I guess I'll just write you on there
Dogs got to eat now, cat meows, "Me too"
Got to wipe off my mascara, that my tears had dripped through
Get coffee started, A small comfort I need
A tiny nitch of energy that will get me to 9:30
Get in the shower, Pick out a dress, Get food in your belly...
A nagging-subconscious request
But the room is so quiet
This couch is so safe
No harm in this bathrobe
Or pretend happy face
All I hear is the ticking of the wall clock nearby
It persists moving forward
Passing seconds, without try
Oh how will I make it to 3, 6, or 9?
To one more day covered, completed, behind
I try to remember what it felt like to see
Your tired eyes peering over your coffee mug at me
Your warm body keeping my cold feet alive
Or your voice reassuring me that our day would be bright.
Just shift into the sunlight, that shimmer of warmth on the couch
It’s the only comfort that I'll feel for right now
I close my eyes slowly, a tear runs down my cheek
My phone buzzes loudly, and my heart skips a beat
"I love you, my Reina."
"I'm thinking of you."
"You are a strong woman."
"Another day through."
There is so much beauty in this raw expression of pain and love. I cried with you.
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