When I reached home and put down my bags on the sofa, I had wanted to dash to the bed where you lie on - to kiss you on your forehead, to take in the familiarity of your scent and to ask you how you're doing.
It was a fleeting thought. It was real.
For just a moment, I forgot that you're not there. For just a moment, I forgot that you're in the hospital from which I had just returned from. For just a moment, I forgot
It is habitual; it is routine.
My happy thought was gone just as quickly as it had come.
For a moment - just a moment - I was happy.
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