It is simple, really.
So easy to just go with the tears, the outrage;
To kick the damned wall, rather than paint it;
To throw out the chipped china;
To cut out the worn spot in the carpet;
To ignore the crack in the sidewalk.
La la la la la – I can’t hear them, I can’t see them!
I cannot see you…
That is the real issue, isn’t it?
You are not nearby.
You are not close enough to reach with the very tip of my longest finger;
Not close enough to hear me whisper your name.
I do not care that you cannot help me work, or pay my bills, or feed and clothe myself, or put a roof over my head.
Those are all things that must be done regardless.
The worst of it is truly that you are not here to hug with joy; to lean against in peace and safety; to enjoy.