leaving

Gingerly, reluctantly, I withdraw from your sleepy embrace and leave your bed. I leave behind the warmth and I quietly endeavor to dress myself and leave your love, only temporarily. I will be back but now in this morning darkness I am sad. I leave this place of love and passion and the cold air hits my face, snow flakes are falling in the early morning dimness. The road opens for me to travel, snow drops delicately falling on my windshield. I think of you still in that place where we lay. Pressing my finger tips to my nose, I can still smell your scent.  I hear your whispers in my ears still. Your words are swirling through my mind. Songs pass through my lips. I drive on, I have left behind my heart and soul but soon I will be back to reclaim them. Perhaps when you are moving through your day, moving through our separation you come across my heart in little places here and there. Perhaps you see my soul in spaces no one else can see. That is why I leave them, for you so that you will not miss me too much. Soon, very soon I will come back for them. Then all will be right. These separations are temporary disturbances. The opposite of leaving is returning. Leaving only strengthens my desire for you. Leaving allows me to dream of you. The days will shorten and the return journey will begin. The cycle continues.

Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as a wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
Francois de La Rochefoucauld