A Single Moon Drop In The Grass

Denys: You've ruined it for me, you know.
Karen Blixen: Ruined what?
Denys: Being alone.
Out of Africa--1985


I used to adore being alone.

Now I find myself waiting for the sound of the garage door to open signaling that he's home.

It used to be that I'd while away my solitude never marking time, never watching the clock except for what used to be the sad and oh too quick end of my solo reveries.

Now I am counting 'sleeps' and thrilling each time the chime of my phone signals a text telling me I am loved and that he misses me the way that I miss him.

Three more sleeps.

Sigh.