we laugh, we cry.
the worst day of your life
could be followed by the absolute best.
i have gained so much from this existence
but this is easily forgotten when the skies overhead darken
charred black with misconstrued actions and words
she left the windows to our bedroom open
to let the summer breeze dance through the laced curtains.
i led her outside
and showed her how to gently bury the roots.
my prediction had been that a storm was on the way.
soon the sky was stone grey
the rain came in a wave
as it does in the ocean
rain,
to wash clean
it wouldn't last long, i said.
we finished our work on time
for the sunlight,
to dry
our outstretched hands and souls
the floor of our bedroom was damp
with the early summer rain.
my hands were covered in damp earth
and i smiled.
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