missing.

the three – two streets over, plus one block to the right are leaving
today. the three who have filled my days with trips to the city over
the big hill, brought me yells through my summer evening windows,
sunday fare, warm cups of joe and bantering, with plenty of
chocolate milk

the three – two streets over, plus one block to the right are moving
on to a new chapter in their daily grind. leaving me here with
memories of the little one who stole my heart, his mama who
took me around the city over the big hill for days at the consignment
shop, new eats to try and discussions of what our days really could be
and the dude who shared the wickedness of his humor and plenty of
eye rolls when my liberal color annoyed him.

the three – two streets over, plus one block to the right, shined a light
when i most needed one, taking in the space of the little pocket that
was holding on to a bit of darkness. and that light warmed me up
just as i needed it to.

the three – two streets over, plus one block to the right are leaving
today. the big house empty – waiting for the five – who also hold
on to a part of my heart – will soon move in. three + five – equals
the 8 lives intertwined in my daily grind.  sunday fare, warm
cups of joe and bantering, with plenty of chocolate milk

the three – two streets over, plus one block to the right are leaving
today. watching the big red ball truck moving through the street
reminds me of that truth. missing them already – knowing that
we get to go visit and take the train into the bigBIGcity where
they turn the river green.

the three are leaving today. sacred life