Hanna, AB

--> I would sing when Joslyn played the piano

Sunday Mornings at First United

on Centre Street.

We'd walk down to the park,

dreaming.

She would tell me her stories:

colourful pills in dingy bathrooms,

strange men that tore her open for the heck of it,

heavy fists,

and his great hair.

But, my thrills I found on the edge of a wheat field -

stretched out like the ocean –

poured out like water -

where an endless sky reached down to touch an eager outstretched heart.

We both of us left  –

Searching, as restless wanderers are wont to do –

Joslyn was meant for greatness.

I wasn’t supposed to go so far.

I was never meant to see the world and love and laugh and dream new dreams.

But here I am

missing my home; knowing

she left this world

on highway 63.

5 years ago now,

while my world keeps getting bigger.