Sunday, October 23
We have to say goodbye again.
Nobody wants to talk about it.
I bake giant blueberry muffins
and take short orders–
scrambled eggs for one,
oatmeal for another.
How do I always end up in the kitchen?
We sun.
We swim.
We play.
We laugh.
We grill.
We eat.
We pack.
We hug.
We hug harder.
We say goodbye.
We try not to cry.
And then D and I start the five-hour drive
back home-not-home.
