Migrations

by Charlotte McConaghy

How lonely it will be here, when it’s just us.

We are, all of us, given such a brief moment of time together, it hardly seems fair.

she is a force of nature and he the quiet thing that looks on and loves her for it,

There’d been rumors circling that this could happen, but none of

them thought it’d be so soon, in that way that nobody ever thinks the things they love will end.

“If I ever leave you—if I have to go—I want you to promise that you’ll wait for me to come back, you’ll wait for me, and if that’s taking too long and you can’t wait any more, you have to come and find me and make me remember.”

“You’ll wait?” “Always.” “And you’ll find me, if that’s what it takes?” “Even had you not asked, darlin’.”