us

there are leaves falling outside. some flutter away with the wind but most of them choose to stay. shades of red, orange, brown and sometimes even yellow. remnants of a spring that came and went by wordlessly. there were rare moments when your fabricated presence made me glow. i constantly wear the string of pearls around my neck that are no longer cloud-white but a rare shade of cream, big enough to cover that mole you didn't like and small enough not to be galling. because you said it made me look beautiful. there's no moonshine tonight (remember how you thought 'moonshine' was a funny word?) and god wasn't generous while sprinkling the stars. the seven sisters are probably there but hidden and our 'three stars in a row' have disappeared behind the skies. it rained some yesterday and the flowers we planted flushed and bloomed - you should have seen the primroses - pink and pretty, you would have loved them. i plucked one and ran my fingers over the stem just like you would but i didn't wear it in my hair. i could only wear flowers in my hair for you - it makes me smile whenever i think of it. there's music in the air tonight - someone's playing a love song. and i'm sure somewhere far away, we are dancing like there's no tomorrow.