XLVII. Lump.

The Little Martian flickers in a and out of view from my beautiful pink room.

“Are you sure there is space for me here?” He asks, a little unsure, a little defensive , but only just.

“There is always place for you “ I remind him

He looks away, doesn’t say anything, we both know I’ve been a little caught up the last few days.

His eyes meet mine and I feel like a shitty friend, disconnected and self absorbed.

Its been a while since I asked the Little Martian how he’s doing, checked in on him, had a cup of coffee with him and discussed his day .

My throat catches , a little lump forming at the base of my neck , its easier to forget the people you love when your far away from them

The remembering hurts, the remembering keeps you torn between here and there.

The only way to be fully here is to remember to forget.

“But I can be here for you”. The little martian reassures me .

His warmth has the strength to funnel sunshine through the clouds, slicing through the Rain

and letting the sun dapple through the cold.

I feel a soft, warm shiver pass through me

It feels like home.