Amid the chatter of happy tourists—coming or going like cleaning ants— I sit in silence.
Traveling alone I watch them swarm with thoughts of what I’ve left behind.
04-01-2012
What emotions leak from my eyes? and why can’t I stop them?
What anger churns in my belly?
The sour taste of impotence.
Phone calls and emails do not fill the corkscrewing void.
Would it be any better if I were there?
