Sitting in an airport, alone... Waking up with no one to say good morning to.
Watching TV by myself.
No discussions of current events.
No planning for what we want to do over the weekend, or on our next trip.
Not calling you to check in or share my most trivial or intimate thoughts.
Walking the dogs on my own.
Cooking dinner for one.
No cuddle time on the couch.
Updating the "emergency contact" on my passport.
Transferring your ashes into a transportable bag for the trip.
Sleeping in an empty bed.
Not getting a hug goodbye before I head to the Airport.
Staring out the window of the back seat of a cab.
Sitting in an airport, alone....

I miss you, baby.  ¶ Monday, March 27, 2006