Emigrating Love

I just opened your page and watched your picture. I do this sometimes.  Then I realize how much I missed you.

I hold my cup with both hands sipping all the warmth and long for a conversation over its dying steam.

I wonder about my life if you hadn't gone.  I imagine the many mochas, the many conversations, the many hikes, the many travels, the many adventures.  I imagine the calm and assurance in your presence.  And I wonder how it is for you in your untraceable emigration.  I know how it is for me.