Sleeping without you is the worst
I’m laying on the couch instead of in our bed because the space that once used to feel so small now feels so big
There’s a crick in my neck that won’t pop, waves of pain lapping at my temples, and an ache in my chest from the missing piece of my heart that I sent you off with
I know it’s just a short trip, you’ll be back in a few days; but I can’t help but feel like I’m on pause til you return
I spend the days taking care of the dogs and the nights trying to distract myself, sitting in “your spot”
I love you
I miss you
I can’t wait til you come home and I can finally sleep again
I’ll even let you use my new blanket










