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.