It is not there
the farewell that
lingers upon lips.
Your dawn departure
is made in stealth.
She wakes without the
warmth of your breath
resting with gentle touch
upon her cheek.
You’ve left; yet another
morning she finds herself
bereft.
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Shawn L. Bird 
There is a chill, in waking up alone. Only memory can provide a degree of warmth, to compensate.
Or just not letting hubby go on business trips! 🙂
😦 :::::::: I feel you friend.
Those were supposed to be emoji tears, by the way.
lol