|(Domenico Feti - Melancholy (ca 1620, Oil on canvas, 168 x 128 cm)|
Every time I travel, I get melancholy.
I feel sad that I have to drive myself to the airport.
When I land, I long to call Kevin and tell him I'm ok.
At the hotel, I sit in my room alone thinking about the turn my life has taken.
For some strange reason, I feel uncomfortable being so far from his grave.
Whenever I board a plane, I wonder if this is it.
Returning home is the worst.
If I were to die today, would it really be a loss?
How does one lose when they've already lost it all?
Copyright 2010 by Jennifer M. Karn