Visa in hand, my Dad drops me at the airport
An end, in the midst of all the newness
Berlin, rain, and sadness. I lay in bed thinking of you.
The cold, unrelenting wind pushes against my windows
My brother arrives and a piece of me heals.
I slip back into old habits, but I think I can see the end of the tunnel.
Spring is finally here and I know I’ll make it
The rain has started but I’m stronger now. I think of another rainy day, when I invited you to a French play.
I will be going home, back to small town USA. My Dad will be there waiting for me at the airport.Emily Keeter