"I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other,
I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience,
the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough,
the eyes that can't take in all of the change,
I like the hugging, the bringing together,
the end of missing someone."
I was going to write a different post this morning...and then I found this. Something I had written a year ago today- not very well written, but it felt right to remember it.
That night, I had come home from a play. I sat in the dark, and contemplated how things would change when he came home. He had written me a short email saying he would be at Fort McCoy- it read:
But I worried that he would forget about me now that he was back in the States. I was grateful that he was out of Afghanistan and only a few states away. I wondered if he still loved me like he said before he left, and I wondered if he really knew how deeply I loved him.
And I wrote this.
You told me 5 days
5 days and then you would see me again
I have grown used to you away,
To the endless letters,
To the softness of your voice across the world.
You may be thinner
I may be stronger
But I will weaken for you
I will put away my letters and reach for your hand
Hoping beyond hope it still fits with mine
July 23, 2009
*Post script- our hands fit. Perfectly.