I remember our last goodbye. A small slip of a tear between us. A kiss on the cheek. Yours felt surprisingly cold for a scorched autumn day, and I remember the blue-eyed sky, the old orchard, apples that fell like red hoofs thundering on the ground, and sunlight was my eternal joy. I have these spark-memories of us. They flicker on and off. And on and off.
I played the piano
as pigeons trashed the cabbages
You poured cups of tea
I took to Jane’s Random Word Oracle today for inspiration, its words are below. I was reminded of my mother. The image is mine, looking south toward Lewes (Sussex) from the South Downs. This is also the last image on my phone taken in May ’22. Bush boy runs a photo challenge for this. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter