shot of joy in a glass by the river, 02/03/2019

I'm here early and alone looking at the water and thinking of you. There's warmth in my face and I don't know if it's the sun or the memory of your laughter still rocking between my ears. Two out of three will be here, and many others, our sisters and brothers, but that does not make this whole. 
Still there's a joy in the longing. Someone great is missing.