Repeating words in messages has become habit.

Minutes turn to hours, hours into days. The pain swells and fades like the tide and I can keep time with my emotions now.

Checking for your pulse in my pocket has become habit.

Nothing stops the butterflies when I feel it. Butterflies turning to bullets in an instant.

Scanning the crowd for your face has become habit.

Unknown meetings are the loftiest of hopes. I’ve turned so many cheeks, I couldn’t begin to count them.

Repeating three words, spoken in a whisper to the wind, has become habit.

Silent confirmation driving me forward. Confirmation spoken without affirmation, but not lost to the heart.

Faith in the unknown has become habit.

Inconsolable fear now a recognizable foe. A weapon forged in Love can defeat.

Loving you unconditionally has become habit.