My son spends his weekends at his mother's house, a few kilometres from where I live. So I drop him at school on Friday mornings, and I don't have him in the house again until Monday afternoons.
"Hi Dad," is all he needs to say, and the shell I have been living in is suddenly...
The start of each conversation.
The never goodbye but see you later.
The pauses where we know we would be kissing if we were face to face.
The longing to reach out and touch him.
Under stars that twinkle bright, I soon find myself lost in a dream. I find you there holding my heart as my dreams cling to you and all you are. As the day fades and night creeps in our shadows dance under the moonlight. Although I walk through life wandering and...