leftovers
i'll start by saying he's been gone too long.
but, for the sake of full disclosure,
i will admit that, as i write this,
i am eating the microwaved leftovers
of the garbage plate he bought me
the afternoon before he left.
And i'm fairly conservative
concerning leftovers.
people ask me if im worried
and i know what theyre really asking
and i find myself confused
and strangely surprised
that id be lying if i said i was worried.
and i find that
the only things im worried about are
if he's getting enough sleep
and drinking enough water
or if he has a headache
or something else dumb
that he could easily take care of
himself
because, let's face it.
he's an adult.
and he knows what he's doing.
and yet
these are the things i lose sleep over.
the feeling of actually trusting someone
is the most pure delightful thing.