In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Linger.”
What moment would I like to pause and linger over?
Easy. Peasy. Lemon squeezey.
The morning before the last morning together.
Waking up a minute before he does and watching him sleep.
Concentrating on the rhythm of his breathing.
The dappled curtain filtered sunlight playing on his sea-salted skin.
In this moment we know nothing of deployments. My stomach does not ache from loneliness or loss but swells with love and tenderness.
I snuggle up under his thick, heavy, tattooed arm and find my harbour , where I feel more complete than anywhere else.
And we just breathe. We breathe in the silence, breathe in the closeness, breathe in the togetherness that no distance will ever destroy.
This is my linger moment, my safe harbour from separation, my never ending nirvana. A simple sunlit strewn memory that nothing can take away. Not even a deployment.