A Missing Piece

The sky is huge in Arizona, in the desert. For this New England girl it feels like there is something missing. It’s so vast, open, and wide. I finally understand how agoraphobia could set in.

How fitting is it then that in this place I find myself feeling like I’ve created a hole, a void, that will never leave me. Everything looks like it’s in place, but there’s that nagging feeling that something is missing.


2 thoughts on “A Missing Piece

  1. The thing in my life that I am missing so much it’s left a hole in me is my best friend, and he moved to Fountain Hills, Arizona from our little city in Connecticut four months ago. Someone else always has what we want close to them. I’d trade places with you in a heartbeat.

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