I heard voices and laughter Talk of old times when nothing was the matter.
Memories of hammocks strung up between trees, videos of us twirling and singing in a light breeze, of board games on carpet floors and goodbyes end with a squeeze.
I adored everything about them. Their faith and courage were so defined. Their way to love, and dreams, and minds. Their creativity that was always so kind.
I never know how much I missed someone than when I picked up the phone. I'm far from the Ozarks, but those people are my home.