Driving home today after chores in town,
I stopped at the lookout,
remembering,
like I look at the horses (you know the ones),
remembering.

Such a glorious day winter solstice.
Full of cheerful memories.
Feast laden table,
friends,
laughter,
love.

It made me cry,
again.
I hoped it had died,
dried up,
gone far away.

But it hasn’t.

The wounds of your coming
left open
by your leaving.

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