Sunday, April 8, 2012


I didn’t realize until today
that I eat alone most Easters.
There are things you become used to,
so much so that you forget.

Then this afternoon, under the sun,
shaded by trees, eating
Lebanese food with all the
other Easter refugees,

I noticed the hole that wasn’t there.

In the laughter and conversation,
the cups of tea, the breeze,
it had simply gone away.
I looked around and saw my family
and felt my hope resurrected,

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