Jet-lagged

Jet-lagged

Photo used by permission courtesy of Cassandra Bankson.

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There was a reminder of that cold wind that had taken over the summer breeze. Once our footprints were swept by the ocean, are we still able to memorize what we’ve shared? Instead, we drew our hearts on the coastal sand to replay this season’s memory. I watched as you meticulously filled the bigger heart with names you couldn’t leave without. They were part of your career. They were your ‘Precious’ as you always referred them to.

That very sunset, my hand was on yours at the veranda before you left for where your work should take you. This heart might look small, feeble and yet imperfect, but she’d never be jet-lagged waiting for you to come home.

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