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Several kinds of missing

June 28, 2011

She learned this during his deployment: there are several kinds of missing, some sharp as glass shards, others deep as a slot canyon. She also learned missing arrives at different times of day, depending on when it is least wanted. Sometimes it burns a little, sometimes it stings, sometimes it becomes something dark and grasping, pulling with a force like a vortex, spinning and drawing down on threadlike currents. Lacking distraction, she counted the nights, dozens on dozens of them. She sat in the park, wondering whether she missed the man who left, or the man who would return.

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