lack of

honeydew and cantaloupe

your love in the way fog rolls through my open window.
the way i tried to shut my blinds, but soft sunlight still reaches out to hold my hand.
as if it knew that the past week has torn me down more than ever.
my shivers in the way i try to tell you stories,
how i was never able to pronounce that word right.
laying in fuzzy carpet, surrounded by the warmth of purple and blue paint stains.
warm.
melons rolling down the concrete of the san francisco hills.
the bushes of flowers waving the way to our adventure.
my love in the way i gently fold baby pink papers into tiny creatures that will give you kisses.
a soft blanket to warm up the drousy night,
to keep warm until the sun decides to shine again.
a gentle breeze flying into the window screen,
coming into the soft air of the room for a soft dance.
twirling around each other, waiting for the flowers to bloom.
spinning out and into each others arms and having papers fly all over the place.
warm.
soft, nice bed sheets to hold on the worst days.
tossing away the bad memories for a good sleep in saturday.
the trees flying away outside to dance with the clouds.
the leaves rumbling up to cheer on a brand new day.
be soft and gentle today.
don't forget the kindness you deserve.

April 18th, 2020