Spoon Shape

love, hope, and good-bye

I’ve said good-bye to you twice in the last six months. Once when I drove away, across the country, and again this morning driving you to the airport.

I’ve whispered so many things to you in bed over the last week. I wanted to promise you everything and had nothing to spare.

Curled around you in bed, your back to my belly. You call it spoon shape. This mo…