Homesick

A big toothy grin and a deep belly laugh is
what I miss from my sister.  That smile and laugh reside in the
Pacific Northwest--three airplanes, two connections,
and too damn far away.

Sure, I can call her on the phone, but something is lost,
not translated over the miles and miles of phone
and fiber optic line.  I can't wrap my arms around that.
I don't laugh till I cry like that.

I cry for different reasons now.