Saturday, November 29, 2014

Emigrating Love

I just opened your page and watched your picture. I do this sometimes.  Then I realize how much I missed you.
I hold my cup with both hands sipping all the warmth and long for a conversation over its dying steam.
I wonder about my life if you hadn't gone.  I imagine the many mochas, the many conversations, the many hikes, the many travels, the many adventures.  I imagine the calm and assurance in your presence.  And I wonder how it is for you in your untraceable emigration.  I know how it is for me.

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An emigrant from an ancient civilization to North America, an engineer in marketing and management, a mom of working kind, who thinks when she talks, and who likes to write. I, L.B., own the copyright to the content.