Co

Your mirth

rattles

through the phone like

maracas.

 

I missed your laugh.

You pour forth blessings;

happiness enshrouds me,

brings me

home

 

to World Cup sticker books,

slippery marble slides,

test scores revealed in doorframes.

We ping-pong familiar names

that are fading

too fast

and try to ignore the mounting

fuzziness

in our connection.

 

I forgot how infectious your joy can be.

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