Empty

My home is empty, but my heart is full.

I look around my place and see everything's in order. But no one's there. The floor's no longer covered with shoes and shopping bags and chargers for phones and laptops. Chair backs aren't draped with jackets and last night's outfits anymore.

Six trips to airports got me four days with two of my best girlfriends followed by two days with my friend and favorite lover. We relaxed and ate well and did fun things. We took care of ourselves and each other. Until this morning's final airport drop off.

They've gone back to their families and work and problems they escaped from while they were here.

Now my place is quiet. There's no laughter or conversation. No one's there to answer a question or share a funny story with. I have to turn on the TV to fill the void.

It's empty. There's no one to hug or kiss. And I'll sleep alone tonight. Just Lucy and me will cuddle up to stay warm on these last winter nights. While the decorative pillows still litter the floor, they're not covered by shirts and jeans and underwear from my last special guest's visit.

Over the last week, I stocked up on good things from three of my best friends' visits. I hope it gets me by until next time. I look forward to my next trips to the East Coast in April and the West Coast in May when I'll stock up again.

But now my heart's heavy, and it's full too.

Love to the single girls,
Addison