Already Missing Him

I am trying not to look at the calendar. I am trying not to think: In less than three weeks, my boy will be back at school, in a dorm, in his classes. My boy, who stops to see, who leans in to inquire, who walks to this side of my desk, plants a kiss on my forehead, and says, "You are looking so pretty today." No matter what I am wearing, no matter my hair, no matter what I see when I dare to see myself.

He has been writing all summer long. Yesterday I went out for three hours. When I return