Mindful Writing 2014 – 08

The first night back home, I sit alone on the couch and listen.

When we were in high school, she leaned in close.

To the quiet. To the cats’ rediscovering their favorite spots. To the heater kicking on.

“Your eyes are blue, but you have a bright yellow ring around the pupils. That’s really cool.”

To the shadows. To the sharp ache that threatens to tear though my shoulder.

northern lights
visible somewhere
behind the clouds
even the cold
moves on

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