Homesick is more than longing for a place or yearning for that in the distance.
Homesick is an aching want: return of self or other, to another time and a now closed door to an unknown future
“May I walk with you?” he asked.
And my heart skipped a beat.
Just simple, warming words. A moment of intense connection across the distance of two bodies forbidden to touch. Oh but how the mind spun out images of what might’ve been but couldn’t, wouldn’t be…
Do you have memories like this? Splinters in time fondly recalled, still powerfully clear?
Why did this come back to me just now-fifty some years later? Do you wonder these things: was this the day way back when? Or is this a day significant to him?
Impossible to know. Unless serendipity delivers an odd “coincidence” I have yet to discover. But maybe it’s just my heart calling out, “I remember previous moments. They meant something to me.”
We parted, never to share another time like that. And now he is long gone from the world. And I go on.
Isn’t it strange the twists life makes in the strands connecting us, sometimes severing the ties? Why must we part?
I miss you.
Maybe that’s all I had to realize, and a door to the past opened.
How I will love seeing you on the other side in the someday…Separation is not real. Every moment still exists in every other and so do we.
mending stone sharon duerst author 