iii

Broken in three. I had a flash of blue while washing the dishes. It was so bright and instant I was sure it lit up the room so brightly that it wouldn't go unnoticed, but when I turned around everything was in its place, including Him. I asked him if he saw it matter-of-factly, and always off in his reading mind he asked me to repeat myself (with one sound).

My room is tidy like it was on December 31st 2009. I can think of five people who can vouch for this.

Soon, I am going to a strange place that shares the name of a past of mine, followed by four more stops in vacant images in a continent I've only flown over. I'll be among a family of long missed faces and strangers with accents. Mostly, I'll be with Him. I get to watch his first flight. His first landing. His first adult experience than will render him a child lost in fresh curiosity. I get to be alone with Him. Walk through cobblestone'd streets and see his familiar face against the freshness of a new air. We'll speak to each other through a different sounding babble, we will walk through the streets and and stand on bridges and breathe in silence.

at least i hope we do.