together
We are together
even when we are apart.
Until you return.
It’s still a strange experience when you are traveling or in another city.
I continue to feel like you are in the next room despite actually spending days and nights alone.
I imagine it’s like those amputees that feel their ghost arm moving,
or still filling their sleeve; weeks or months after the surgery.
The sensation goes against logic, since I dropped you off at the airport,
and watched you walk into the terminal.
I am trying to believe it is comforting, and not be lonely, or uneasy.
I keep checking the fridge, as if there is some kind of answer inside. But there
is nothing but a carton of milk, butter and some half-eaten jars of apricot and peach preserves.
And that old box of baking soda in the back that I cannot even remember buying.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and lonely-alone-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you start searching through the refrigerator (unless, of course, you’re going to clean it), email the link to Lovelorn Poets! We’ll preserve those strangely-uneasy-syllables for all eternity.
