As the meet swap approaches
the anticipation
picks up,
along with it anxiety, my forever friend.
The taste of time out.
Time off.
A break.
A pause in the persistent parenting pulse.
Instead;
The moment after exchange,
all anticipation free falls into suspension.
Relief, rest and relaxation
drops off
as if winded.
Punched.
Paused.
What remains is a quiet, pouting, pondering emptiness.
Action is shallow.
Thought is deep.
It takes a moment to regain, review, revive.
So it goes, the pick up, drop off.
#Divorce.
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