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Welcome Home
Before we were married
we had a long distance relationship,
and I used to ask if he missed me.
He did not, citing his completeness
independence, and self-sufficiency.
Did you even notice I was gone,
I would fish, but no, he was
simply happy to see me when he did.
We’ve been married over 27 years
and I just returned from
being gone at camp for a week,
leaving him behind
to pursue his own projects.
As I burrowed my head
into that well worn,
comfy spot on his shoulder,
he says, oh he missed me,
and I feel so shiny and replete
because our individual wholeness
has quietly grown and doubled
to include each other now.
Polly Castor
8/31/17
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6 Comments
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Your poem hugs me like a comforter on this crisp morning.
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I love this poem!!!!!
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I love it! What a reunion.
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As I read this sweet poem, a big smile lingers as I feel the joy and happiness the two of you bring to each other.
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What a sweet guy. I like this, letting each other go but also that renewed happiness when you’re back together. Nice, Polly. Happy for you both!
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