A Valentine's Day is coming haibun

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17738789.post-36987066709496037912008-01-29T12:00:00.000-05:002008-01-29T12:22:05.588-05:00A Valentine's Day is coming haibunValentine's Day 1985, my lover tells me she can't stay with me, and must return to British Columbia, or else her two-year-old son will be taken away by his father and she will never see him again. We have spent the past five weeks living together in Durham, North Carolina while I finish graduate school at the University of North Carolina. We meet through a lesbian pen pal club, and meet in person for the first time in mid-January, when I pick her up from the airport. I am expecting her to bring her son, but she tells me that her husband took him away at the last minute. One year later, I meet the love of my life a couple of days before Valentine's Day, 1986, and we start a three year relationship on our first date on Valentine's Day. She never comes out to her parents and ends up marrying her male confidante. I am invited to the wedding, and decline. the time was then the word was love what was the question?* *Based on the song "Time and a Word" by Yes (Jon Anderson/David Foster) (the album, also called "Time and a Word," was released in 1970): "There's a time and the time is now and it's right for me, It's right for me, and the time is now. There's a word and the word is love and it's right for me, It's right for me, and the word is love." the worst thing realizing I could live without her My mother dies in 1970, fortunately not on Valentine's Day. I am almost ten years old. © Judy Kamilhor 2008 Judy Kamilhorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00490276380470576598noreply@blogger.com