How one knows...
Jan. 15th, 2003 02:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeanvieveHow does one know anything. One guesses. One hopes.
But there are signs, for the vigilant.
When one can't sleep, because one's feet are cold with sorrow in a parting.
When one sprinkles his scent in the next room because its easier to pretend he just stepped out.
Hesitating to wash a pillowcase for the smell it holds.
Finding a single sock, and it makes one smile instead of curse.
Buying the things he likes for dinner as a first impulse.
Gleaning the silver from the day's clouds to offer the sparkling.
Restlessness when the urge to taste and touch is thwarted.
Losing a scrap of paper with a number makes one tear apart one's drawers looking for it.
Even if one says the opposite aloud, it rings hollow. Unconvincing.
When five months is a twinkling, but two weeks drag like lenten fasting.
I miss him.
But there are signs, for the vigilant.
When one can't sleep, because one's feet are cold with sorrow in a parting.
When one sprinkles his scent in the next room because its easier to pretend he just stepped out.
Hesitating to wash a pillowcase for the smell it holds.
Finding a single sock, and it makes one smile instead of curse.
Buying the things he likes for dinner as a first impulse.
Gleaning the silver from the day's clouds to offer the sparkling.
Restlessness when the urge to taste and touch is thwarted.
Losing a scrap of paper with a number makes one tear apart one's drawers looking for it.
Even if one says the opposite aloud, it rings hollow. Unconvincing.
When five months is a twinkling, but two weeks drag like lenten fasting.
I miss him.
