It's strange, really. I never thought
Too much about what it would be like
Even though my daydreams were fraught
With similar situations.
Twelve hours and four states north I went
And in her driveway I paused nervously
Not knowing why two days I'd spent
Driving just to panic here.
And then she opened the purple door
Of the green house, and I ran
Into arms that held me once before
But I'd long since forgotten.
It was just that hug. Just that.
And then upstairs I was brought
To see the house and pet the cat
And talk about books.
It was almost like meeting an aunt
You'd never seen before at a wedding
And realizing later that you can't
Bear to part with her.
But part we did, on Saturday
And that parting embrace and "I love you"
My mind has often replayed
But why I can't imagine.
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.