A groan of anguish seeks to escape—
I barely contain it.
Why, why, WHY
Why does it feel so broken?
This was to be a joyful reunion,
A celebration of the fruit of many years—
Yet here is heartache in the happiness…
I dance around and around. I do a handstand. I stand on a chair. I jump off a chair. I make a paper airplane coated with love poetry and send it sailing. I recite Browning’s How Do I Love Thee? loudly…