Through all the twists and tums. I was certain you’d swing back. I memorized your footsteps. And your watermelon scent coming closer to me.
Then you took off for good. And I’m stuck wondering and spinning. Imagining the scenes behind your new door.
Who’s getting your goodnight kisses. Whose place you paint yellow. Whose coffee gets hit with your secret nutmeg. Who’s the person you now call “home.”
As you knock on a different door, I hope the one who opens it treats you right. And please don’t forget the laughter and lessons behind ours.
