A fresh coat of paint and nails hammered into place to secure loose boards won’t mend this broken heart. Curl up and wait for you to come home, soak up sunbeams and hide in shadows of the overhead shade tree. When the wind blows, and sets the old chair to rocking, I think of you there, of us, and the way it used to be and it soothes the ache, however slightly. Little by little, I find comfort in memories.
You left in the Fall
trees caught fire, red and orange
leaves blew in the wind.
dVerse – Haibun Monday and Kintsugi: The Art of Broken Pieces.