I miss you as I’ve missed you
for a long time.
Bikinis on the beach,
angels in the snow,
getting lost looking for halvah,
sleeping on a cot
when all the hotels were full.
I remember the last sight of you
as I sat in the plane,
as you stood on the balcony
waving to me.
I knew I would never see you again.
I don’t know how or why.
Just a feeling
in my stomach
of loss and grief.
Never completing the dream
seems to be a theme
in my life.
Maybe it is for many of us.
In the movie Field of Dreams, Kevin Kostner’s
father looks around and asks
“Is this heaven?”
“It’s Iowa.”
It looks like heaven to me,
if heaven is where you get
to live out your dreams.
I hope it is.