this morning, after finishing chores, i descended our entry to take out the rubbish. cool soil and dewy grass, both sprinkled heavily with cherry blossoms, passed beneath my bare feet. now, here in my bath, among the bits of dirt from my errand, are cherry petals. they are pale pink tinged with antique yellow and bob serenely with my small movements.
it is likely that today will be uneventful. odds are, were i to relay what it entailed, my poor listener would feel cheated of their time. despite this, i will do my best to remember it. i will try to remember the way we woke to sunlight…the way you were the little spoon. the way soft sheets can’t compete with the small hairs on your skin. the way you cradled my head as you came, silently asking for what is already yours.
today, i’ve petals in my bath water and your smile in my veins.