It’s too much to bare. The fact that I don’t get to see the boyfriend as often as I’d like. Missing him is great. Missing him is bittersweet. He inspires me. He’s my muse.
Lately, we’ve been on conflicting schedules. He’s doing his thing and I’m caught up doing mine. When we are together, time stands still, but when we are apart his scent lingers.
He coaches basketball and lately he’s been gone a lot! Way to much. I’m glad for his absence sometimes because that’s when I can truly appreciate him and how much he means to me. When he’s not around my head is filled with hopeful thoughts.
And so, this poem. I wrote it while he was a basketball retreat. My love for him grows more and more each day ever present and even when he’s far.
I guess Shakespeare got it right when he said “parting is such sweet sorrow.”
We’ve known this too, honey!