His morning teacup sits on the counter along with the empty wine glass we shared last night.
I watch through foggy eyes and tousled hair as he packs his bag to head home for the week,
Showing up for the traditional job that currently pays our bills.
The sounds of his tires on gravel fade into the distance and
My tears flow anticipating another five days without his sweet presence
Just our girls and me soaking in the beauty of wide open summer adventure all around us
Knowing so deep in my soul that life is not about being apart to survive,
Partnership is where we thrive
No matter how often I escape from the city to breathe or how dreamy the house is where I currently sit,
My lesson repeats
My truth is closer
My purpose becomes more clear