Facing off

"IT ALL ENDS"?

Isn't that sad? Isn't that insane? Isn't it an end of an era? Yes. Yes! Emphatically, yes!

But,

today, yesterday, days before then, it has failed to move me.

I just want my husband!

The blur in my kitchen; the pile of clothes on the chair; the source of texts that tell me how much I'm loved and how much longer (and longer) I'll be alone; the thing that makes me smile in my sleep but leaves me without a memory of kisses and touches: this is what he too often is to me these days.

And we have no plans to celebrate the day we can't believe has finally come: we don't make plans.

And I've gotten used to it all and I'm fine and I don't mean to wallow.

But I can't get excited about Harry Potter. Not while Tom is out there. Not until we celebrate what is far more important, more exciting and more epic, to us.

And I'll wait in my solitary queue as long as I have to.