No Comfort

I miss my boys.

No amount of time with them is enough.

My heart breaks when I leave them. My heart breaks when they cry, or their alarms sound. My heart breaks when I wake in the night and there are no babies here.

I know that my heart will break when they are home – when they cry, when they are sick, when they are hurt. And yet, there is no comfort in that.

The only comfort I find is when they are in my arms.