photo by Robert Croma
At the airport
missed plane
only two flying per day
had to go
Dad helped me pack
on the phone with Mom
and still packing
after a while, she stopped speaking
“Mom, Mom, are you there?”
Nothing
I kept saying, “goodbye”
put the phone down
background noise / music on her end
then a click
I was traveling overseas
Where was she?
Suburban Hobo 
Hey there Erica! I’m doing a project where I’m following ten exciting, fresh, and interesting bloggers each day for the month of March 2015, and you’re today’s #3! Feel free to come visit me when you can at http://www.thatssojacob.wordpress.com, and follow if you like what you read. Have a good one!
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Sounds great, Jacob! Thank you for including me in your project. I will check out your blog. Best, Erica
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Thank you Erica! Maybe you’ll be inspired to start one of your own 🙂
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Reads like a dream–a very symbolic one, at that.
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Thanks, Matt. It was a dream.
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