The Morning After

The anticipation from the night before left sporadic tremors in my bones. The excitement left me lathargic. The culmination left me lax. The heat was gone, still I felt warm. He'd gone all the way. He'd worked it. I had glowed with pride and love and the honour of being his bride He was, is a real man. My heart races just thinking of him. My husband, I reach for him without opening my eyes. He's not there I'm shocked. I open my eyes. His spot isn't slept in. He's gone. My god, he's gone. I sat up and look around. My man is a soldier now. He's gone, gone. Tears I realize now. Will he ever be home again? Why didn't I think of this last night or before? I lie back in bed. Engulfed by the loneliness. Shocked by the consequences of our actions and the reality of daylight on the morning after.