It's Manic Monday and my sisters just left after a week long visit so I thought using the word "Good-bye" in my free write this morning might get me back on the tracks.
Good-bye. I say it again. And you two cry as if it is a sin, abandonment. You go teary-eyed. Two cry but I stay solid. Your visit was sublime and I am reminded of our childhood when we three sisters stood for each other side by side by side. We did not hide from home. So even through you two have flown back to other lives—your eyes liquid, wild—I remain unbroken, knowing what you forget every time we say good-bye: we three are inseparable, untouchable, irrepressible with linked arms and joined laughter or millions of arm-lengths apart. The joy we know as sisters knows no limits. When we part we are not apart.