Sonnet at Arrival
This, the memory I clung to - coffee
And crullers for you, a doughnut for me -
Sweet glazing over helplessness. Six years
Now, torn from me as your marriage fractured
With my mother’s heart of glass. Six years while
You burned in rehab’s purgatorial fires.
Six years of forgetting, drowned in the tide,
Meandering away from one another’s lives.
Now waiting for me, Arrivals Gate A.
Eight again, I flew into your embrace.
In an hour, at the airport cafe,
We found the words we were meaning to say,
Like a promise kept, a remembered dream,
Over coffee, crullers, and Boston Cream.