Sitting in the Grass
I wanted her to calm down.
Her mouth was running a thousand words per minute, unable to grab the words with her teeth, she continued to repeat herself over and over.
“It’s not the same.” I thought.
We no longer shared the same narrative.
We were continuing to try to recreate the past, but we could never move in that direction.
I led her to a patch of grass so we could watch the dandelions melt into the surface of the earth.
“I’m so happy” She said.
I closed my eyes and tried to feel the sun reaching around my arms.
