except he's there and I'm here.
There is so much between us:
years, children, cars, vacations, a mortgage.
I remember the days, the nights
when we were flesh to flesh
and nothing could fit between us,
not kids, not bills, not air.
He filled me up. With words
written, spoken, laughed. With his body,
warm and ready and all mine.
He and I were enough, together.
How long since a gentle word
passed between us? Him over there,
me over here, space growing wider.
No one can change it except us.
Tonight's agenda: Conversation that reignites
a dampening fire. Tonight, we'll speak
with words, and bodies, and more.
***This post is part of Six Word Fridays.***
Priorities spoken. You know what to do.
(Ah well, so I needed seven words.) ;)
Very beautiful. One of my favorite posts you've done. LOVE that photo too!
I love this, Kelly.
Powerful.
Oh my goodness, girl. I LOVE when you write about marriage and the spaces in between us {and not in between us!}. You always fan a fire in my heart for my own husband, my own marriage. And, gosh, you are such a writer. A writer's writer, as it would be best described. Beautiful, Kelly!
This is beautiful. Just beautiful.
So rich, Kelly. So important to return to words and connections.
Very good post. I read it and then came back a few days later to read it again. Thanks...
This gave me goose bumps, Kelly!