Why We Will Always Be

Come. Sit close.
It has been too long.

It is easy to imagine I become accustomed to your abscence.
But that is never the case.
Something is always missing when we are apart.
Something never replaces by screens and texts and such.

Presence. Energy.
And when finally we do come together,
everything that brought us together in the first place,
returns

and I/we are made anew.
Reminded why we became friends in the first place
and why we will always be.

About this poem

I have friends all over the country. I am blessed by them every day and love sharing their lives via social media and all the ways we have to connect in this world. I am grateful for them. But now and again. I travel, and when I do I work very hard to meet with those friends of family in person. We can sit in one place, a diner, a bench, at a dinner table, and talk for hours as if no time has passed. I consider that time a gift, and a miracle and I come back enthralled with my life and those who are part of it all over again.

To all of you all over the place. Thank you for sharing your spirit with me, in all the ways you do. You keep me sane. You give me purpose. You bring me joy.

The photograph was taken at the American Frontier Museum in Staunton, Virginia. You may buy prints at FIne Art America.

Tom