When you left on Tuesday last – how the year of missing you began! Every night, my cold feet in bed begged to be warmed by yours. And our baby, not yet conceived…well, it cried all day and all night! As if we were married, your mother called to complain about everything when there was nothing to complain about except that you had become mine. A well meaning friend – Julie, called upset asking how is she supposed to finish a song when the baby burps unmercifully through the chorus? And just like that, I drive to the airport looking for your embrace, and you’re there – eyes smiling “I love you.” When you say, “Let’s go home and make love,” I have to ask, “Have we met?” Such an interminable year since you left on Tuesday last.