each time you leave again, it is soul-crushing; i seem to stop breathing, become less of a being. i know you will be but a phone call away, but hearing your voice over a loudspeaker cannot be compared to hearing your voice in my ear, gentle when trying to wake me after falling into a slumber in the comfort of your arms. the memories of the times you were here consistently replay in my head- a never-ending film reel that can be paused only when you come home to me. the flow of the droplets rolling from my eyes will never change, nor will the squeezing of my heart so tight, i am forced to ensure that it is still pumping. this leaving is destroying me, and no matter how many times we say goodbye, it is never easier than the last. the only form of relief i have left is knowing that this pain is worth the way you hold me tight after days, weeks, months without seeing each other- no matter how agonizing the countdown may be until then.
