I remember you left in the morning, carrying your shoes
in your hand. Spring rain always reminds me
of your sock-feet soughing against the floor.
Rain fell all morning, awakening the earth.
You slept, I sipped coffee,
and spring sprung.
When it’s over, remember the spring.
See the moments when we bloomed instead of withered.
Remember the beauty and begin again.
It’s time for Three Line Thursday and, once again, I couldn’t get it together until the last 3 lines. I submitted the final stanza only, but I always like to post the process since I’m adverse to deleting my words (you have no idea how many drafts I have in here!). Anyway, enjoy!