by Arianne Benford
when i lost my grandmother it was a different kind of longing a different kind of pain. at work i would stand in one place for 20 min at a time and stare blankly off somewhere sometimes we would be down on the lake front you before arthritis and cane you and i would sit on the chunked concrete slabs lining the shore and stare together out on the blue-gray-green.
we did not talk but every once in a while you would look at me and smile
beaming of light the gleam in god’s left eye. i would grow warm with the sigh of a much needed touch snuggle closer to breast and under elbow.