Sipping on her coffee, she stares at him as he reads all the messages on his phone. Slowly she reaches out to mess with his hair. It irritates him when she does that, but he always has a smile on his face as he pushes her hands away. She moves closer to play with the stubble on his chin; her absolutely favorite pastime, whether they are in bed, or sitting and watching TV, or just standing out in the balcony watching the beautiful dark of the night as he smokes his cigarettes and sips his beer.
He slowly gets up, kisses her on the forehead and moves towards the chair to put on his socks and shoes. In a few minutes now he’ll walk out the door. He’ll message her and talk to her, but it’s not the same as him being there with her in the flesh. She walks to the back of the chair that he is sitting in and puts her arms around his neck, her cheek next to his. He entwines his fingers with hers and pulls her closer kissing her gently. They stay that way for a few minutes, both not wanting to let go.
Backpack on his shoulder, he is all ready to leave. He gives her a big bear hug and kisses her softly on the lips. It will probably be a while before he can come spend time with her again. This hug, this kiss, and the memories of the previous night will have to be her companions for the next few days when she is alone at home.
As she sees him off at the gate, watching as he disappears into the traffic, tears well up in her eyes. She tears up every time he leaves. This is something that is just not in her control.
Every time he leaves, it’s difficult to say Goodbye. The uncertainty of the days to come is overwhelming. Walking back into an empty house that just a few hours ago experienced the reunion of two people so much in love, is depressing. But life will go on; there are things to do and work to take care of, reality to face.
But for now, she’ll just go back to bed, wrap herself in the warm blanket, and take in his scent that still lingers on in the pillows and the sheets.