Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Will It Always Be?
Will it always be this way? That I miss him when I wake in the night and he's still silently sleeping?
Will it always be? That I stand in the darkness of his room and marvel at the soft sound of his breathing and the gentle curve of his neck?
Will I always plant stealthy kisses on his head and cheek every time they come within reach? And will I always try to clasp and cuddle him whilst he ducks and wriggles from my arms?
Will it always be this way? That I miss the closeness of his baby body with such an aching physical intensity that I have to wrap my empty arms around my chest and squeeze the hollowness away?
Will it always be? That I, who once thought myself one complete person, feel absent and part missing whenever he's away?
And if it will always be this way, how ever will I bear it when he is grown and gone? How ever will I bear it?