Divine Calm: Decompress

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My diaphragm can't unhook itself, and my lungs are lodged in my throat. I can't breathe, let alone, sigh breaths of release. Every time I leave him, it's like this for the first few days of my return. Then tears spring forth and drain upon my cheeks, sapping my energy. Finally after a week, the missing dulls down to frustration, and I frantically brainstorm ways to end this separation. The solution is always the same. Patience. That damn word. I hate it.