to my one-day coffee cohort:

sometimes i go to call out to you. sitting in my plump reading chair with my coffee on the desk and a large bowl of oatmeal before me--flax seeds, blueberries, almonds and all. and i read something. sitting there  i come across some words that draw all the breath from my body and i stretch my arms to the sky, and my toes to the wall and there is this impulse:

babe. i want to call out. i want to turn my head to you, babe, listen to this. these words...have you ever heard anything so remarkable?

and then i remember that you're not there. and i could be sad. but i'm not. because you will be. soon enough, you will be.

love, love,