Just...

For everyone else this is the best time of the working week. It is nearing the end of it. For us it is the worse time as it is our mid week. By this time we have got to the stage of a quiet desperation of loss and a crawling, aching need to be with each other.

Instead we get to see each other for an hour in the evening. It is just long enough for us to stumble into each other; both of us sleepy though at opposite ends of the body clock, grope each other with idle threats... on His behalf at any rate, the other one of us wouldn't dream of doing such a thing... before stumbling apart... one of us heading to work while the other heads to bed.

By Friday we just miss each other... horribly L