I unlock the door. The 36 degree chill is somewhat softened by the 72 degrees inside. But my soul is cold. Silence is deafening. No one to simply say “How was your day”? A hug is a foreign object I haven’t recieved in years. The couch throws do not hold me as I want to be held. The loneliest time of day is unlocking that door to nothingness. Oh how I long to tell someone the events of my day. And listen to theirs. A laugh. A smile. A touch. What have I done that solitary confinement must be my punishment? No calls to check on me. No return text should I reach out. Happy families. Snug homes. Fumbling words across the family dinner table. And me. I. Alone. I have things to tell. I have love to give. And tonight to be enveloped in a warm safe hug by someone that loves ME would mean more than the next breathe I must take alone. I want to be someone’s priority. Teammates. Love. Wife. What have I ever done to deserve growing old alone? I wish I knew. I’d have never done it. No one ever tells you lonliness can physically hurt. I want to tell you tonight. Hurting…..

⚘HUGS D