Once a month
(Or, at least, that's what we'd hoped)
We'd form a hug circle and listen.
It was a time for asking and appreciation.
It was a spider-web beautiful pattern, negotiated and cherished
Like every kind of love
Do I miss that?
Are you kidding?
Oh, there were the rough times.
Terri's window pane shattered exile.
Laura's enmeshment and severing.
Jim's retching in the bathroom from so much back-pain.
And then there were the absurd times.
Charles asked for something and I said,
"Only if you stand on a chair and sing a song from 'My Fair Lady' in a high, squeaky voice."
And he did!
(You have to know Charles.)
Or discovering amazing connections with Scott.
Or the panic that swept the house
When Jeanette's brother killed a woman in San Jose.
But, mostly, I miss the talking
And the home we made together.
At this point I have no idea what "Laura's enmeshment and severing" meant. Forgotten in the mists of time.