Routine

I went through the motions of daily living just to get through each day. Each morning I would pray for news, each night I would pray for his safe return.

I became an automaton. I ate because it was mealtime; I slept because it was nighttime. I went to work because I needed money to pay for food I couldn’t taste and for the roof over my head that now meant nothing to me.

My life isn’t here; my life is there. Wherever he is, he holds my life in his hands.

Oh, my love, come home and love me.