Heavyweight absence. Sometimes that is all you know.
Steady drip drip, is that another tear? Cry it out. How long until they run out? Sometimes, long before the hurt does.
But simmer down, love. Feel it all and teach yourself to breathe again. Someday, somehow, you will find what makes your heart feel a little less alone. Someday, somehow, you will find strong arms ready to meet you in the midst of all your fragility. A warmth so solid and a love so present that you will forget what it was ever like not to feel safe. Right there it will be – a love that stays.
“But what do I do until then?”
Put your foot one in front of the other. Keep walking, just like you always have. Fight for your heart, even when no one else will. You know how to do this, remember?
Hide when you must. Find your safe places and hide. You will know when it’s okay to come out again.