spring

Did you even know it could be spring here? I think I’ve imagined it a few times, but never really envisioned it, which sounds curious but is the truth.

I look up at the tall tall trees, now featuring a canopy of leaves like a makeshift roof above us. I wonder if we’re ever here together anymore.

I sit and feel the grass between my fingers, the way it sticks slightly and tears at my skin without leaving any traces of it. Still not a day goes by without a visit.