Dearest Beloved,
I have no words to express
How much, how deeply I miss you.
I miss your smile.

I miss the laughter in your eyes.
I miss the way you hold me at the end of a very long day.
I miss the way you can soothe my tired,
Aching soul with but a single touch.

Dearest Beloved,
I cannot wait to see you again.
I long to feel the sunshine
Of your embrace

As I fall asleep at night,
To see the sunshine of your smile when I wake again.
I miss having your shoulder to cry on
And your hand to hold.

Dearest Beloved,
I miss you. Oh, how I miss you.
I miss sharing the day’s simple pleasures with you,
Especially now. Especially at Christmas. Especially every day.

Without you here,
Our family is fractured. Incomplete.
Without you here,
I feel tense. Off-kilter. Tired.

Dearest Beloved,
I cannot wait for you
To come home. I cannot wait to love you again.
I cannot wait.

Dearest Beloved,
I love you. I miss you. Goodnight.


(c) 2015. All rights reserved.


7 thoughts on “Beloved

    • Kay Kauffman says:

      Thank you!

      He’ll be home for Christmas. He’s gone during the week and comes home on weekends, but last weekend he stayed near work to hunt with his family, and this weekend he’s doing the same. This is the longest I’ve gone without seeing him since we were dating, and it’s been hard. I miss him, the kids miss him – thank goodness it’s only temporary! πŸ™‚

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    • Kay Kauffman says:

      I’m in the same boat, and it really sucks. But thankfully, it’s only temporary, and he’s only got a couple more months to go.

      Will your husband’s commute thing be permanent, or temporary?


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