Try as he might, there was no rousing me this morning. Though he certainly tried.
He littered my face with his kisses. His day about to begin.
He made coffee and ironed all the while stopping to plant more love upon my face.
The garden of his adoration.
With blankets up to my eyes, he loaded his briefcase and he prepared his lunch.
Taking moments in between to drop a kiss on my cheek. To fill his eyes with my image.
I stood to see him off, arms around his neck. He drew the shape of my face with his hand. Pulled me close and held me in his arms.
He paused to gaze at me, kissed my forehead one more time.
More moments to come upon his return, but for now I watch him as he goes.
– Lady Tompkins