There was a flower resting outside my window. The wind blew fallen leaves and petal from towns away. One managed to stay whole, as pretty as it first bloomed, through the long journey while its friends and twigs withered with the breeze. I’d like to think it’s a gift from you.
A sign I desperately needed after days spent laying on a tear soaked pillow filled with memories I wish were still here. It has been 9 days since I’ve lost you. But I’m not entirely sure because I haven’t looked at the date in a while. Maybe I’ve lost count of the days and it’s been more than 9, maybe ten.
I’ve stopped counting since Tuesday.
It wasn’t until the wind knocked on my window this morning and I saw the petals dancing with the wind. I finally noticed that it was June. Now, I’m wondering where did April go.