Separation Stories

Alone, empty. Apart, void. Separately, fragmented. Individually, nothing. Not thinking, not feeling, not caring, just...existing. Existing, yes, but in the basest sense — not truly being. Together, we are no longer empty, void, fragmented. We are replete. We are meaningful. We are whole. Together, we are everything. Together, we are.

Claire sat drawing with her wax crayons whilst her mother pushed pieces of meat and stale bread down into the top of the metal meat grinder with one hand and turned the handle with the other. Claire watched fascinated as the meat and bread came out worm like from the little holes of the disc through the round opening and dropped into the white bowl below. “Can I help you make the meatballs?” six year old Claire asked. “No...

You asked me if I think of you,You know, my Love I always do,And even though I can't be there,I want you to know I'll always care.So much in my life has recently changed,Everything seemingly rearranged,Until I get it all on track,I don't know when I will be back.And though I sleep alone at night,Without you, my Love to hold me tight,And though I sleep with the stars overhead,I'd rather be home sharing your bed.But I hope...

Long distance love, how are you?Are you thinking of me too?I thought about you again today,Just hoping that you are okay,Can’t you please pick up the phone?As I sit here all alone.Long distance love, do you recall?The times it seemed we had it all,The times we thought would never end,But now I need more than a friend,Everything could be so right,If you would just come home tonight.Long distance love, can’t you see?How muc...