The best part
of my best friend’s leave
is the coming home

laughter
at the start of day
stories & love
ending the day

Life, lovely even in his absence,
Coalesces perfectly
the moment of re-entry into the seattlesphere

an extra-wide smile
an extra sense of happiness
and a convert’s fervent belief that
all is right, all is well

The best part
of my best friend’s absence
is that while he was gone
he was never missing
as he was never absent,
not even for a moment,
from that crazy, magical
schmoopy space called the heartosphere