I remember the day I felt the breeze turn away from it’s direction just the same as I remember you turning away and retracting your decision. It felt cool to my face with needle hairs sticking where they wanted, and like your unapologetic embrace, the needles left me scarred and haunted. Those wooden boards held my bones as the new breeze rattled those trees, and I saw the veins of the leaves howl as they changed their color and abided to their deed. My eyes couldn’t stop them, the watering of my cheeks. For once I had understood why summer didn’t leave in days but weeks. We needed time to brace ourselves, to let the coolness creep in. It couldn’t be handled all at once, it would be like slowly committing the deepest sin. I had to push myself up, to take a step forward. But just like the leaves…. Parts of me still lay on the floor.
-Adoration Johnson (8.24.14)
My dear friend belovedgiver wrote this poem for me, and it’s honestly the best present I’ve ever received. Give her a follow!