One year ago. These two. Getting ready for their big dance recital. And here we are, separated by a danger I cannot hold in my hands, but is as real as anything I’ve ever known.
There’s deep pain during this time. Seeping into tight spaces, pushing them wide apart. Creating a chasm that allows pain to flow freely, unencumbered. Pain, it seems, is in abundance. Its only salve elusive. Togetherness. The one thing we can’t have… the one thing we don’t have right now.
One day.
I miss connection. I miss hugs. I miss the joy I cannot hold in my hands, but is as real as anything I’ve ever known. Just look at these two.
One day.