In the Shadow of the Window

I have not been at my keyboard, sharing myself. Time has been slipping by and my fingers feel rusty. I feel shy but Iam ready to come out from behind my keyboard a little now.

As the snow floats down heavy past my window, I find myself watching it and wondering just where I should start. I do not remember where I stopped writing.

Perhaps the last time I wrote I was in the desert, as I spent most of the winter there with my love Taza. Today however I am home again, waiting for my first shift on a snow covered bridge.

It was hard coming back to Minnesota because I left my love so far away. The good byes are hard. However my feelings this time where mixed with the excitement that I would finally see Jerry-O. Returning to Minnesota was bittersweet this time around.

I was in the Tucson airport waiting at the gate for my flight back home. My eyes where wet as I stood there waiting my turn. I was thinking about my last visit with Taza. It was good. Suddenly my attention shifted to a Mother and her son as they walked by me. I watched as he reached up and slipped his hand into hers. In that moment, I could feel Jerry’s hand in mine. His love radiated warmly through me as I whispered softly “I love you” and squeezed his hand as if it was there.

I see Jerry in my memories every day. It has been two years and three months since I last saw him. It has been a long and hard path to walk these last two years but I have learned a lot and I am grateful that I found a path with heart to walk on.