You ask if I miss her while away
I quickly answer, "I do not."
Listening to how that sounds,
Do I feel sorry
Or just embarrassed
By how I imagine that makes me look to you.
The conversation keeps appearing
In my head
Taunting me, perhaps
Or trying to be understood.
I realize she is all wrapped up for me
In worry, loneliness, and the monotony
Of routine and responsibility.
So, I want to tell you
It's not her I don't miss
It's all those other things
Clouding my vision of her.
And I tell myself
It takes time away
To learn to miss someone.
3 comments:
Love you. Proud of your truth.
My dear Claire, as your uncle and fellow introvert, it is quite clear that the statement in no way questions your love or commitment to your family. My wife and son were gone for a week and it was delightful. I got to do what I wanted when I wanted without the usual expectations or requirements of my time. I know I cherish any time I can have to myself. Does that mean I love my family any less? Of course not! If anything, when they come home I appreciate them more because I appreciate myself more. The more content we are with ourselves only reflects positively in our relationship with those we love. As far as I'm concerned you are perfect-ly entitled to have those feelings sans regret. Frankly, our children need a break from us as well. Truth be told, Carson did not miss me entirely either I am sure. Nice poem by the way. Love you
This is beautifully perfect.
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