I’m an Army wife, short term distances should not bother me anymore.
But they do.
They still bloody do.
And excuse me, a month and a half isn’t short term! It’s 45 days of breaking a favorite coffee-together routine, 45 days of no pointless-long-drives, 45 days of watching a common-favorite show alone and not having anyone to discuss it with (phone conversations don’t count), and 45 days of a dull yet constant ache – something I will never get used to.
As an Army Wife, I admit that you learn to function alone. You party, you work and you live.
But loneliness? There’s no cure for it.
‘Call your girls
‘Or read the books
From the shelf
They’ve been waiting –
the gone girls, the thief, that elf?’
‘And write a lot
while I’m away.
The distance is temporary
Don’t let it get to you, okay?’
Oh It’s just about a month, I shrug.
I’ll be fine, I’m not that lame.
I’ll be super busy anyway, I smile & say –
And hope it hides the pain.