On departure

A forgiving morning yawns and strokes my cheek in reassurance. Though soon the comfort and care will depart from my embrace, I know that sooner still it shall return. She who is my wonderful. Bittersweet of thankful, I am torn. Happy to have had this experience and shared these moments, sad that I must wake and return. But perhaps it's necessary. For the first time in so long I feel the pangs of longing, in and of themselves indicative of a deeper connection. One I've not had the pleasure of meeting before. Mature in its understanding that all things must grow and be nurtured if they are to live a healthy life, relationships are no exception.