she always wanted the windows open
I found myself telling her
perhaps too often
all she was doing was raising the power bill
"A small price to pay for happiness."
I can still hear her
she started putting small plants in the window sills
call it a preemptive strike against
attempts to lower the power bills
she wasn't even that great at tending to them but
it was a small price to pay for happiness
there were days I caught her
staring into the bright white of the ceiling
so quiet and still
as if she were seeing her entire life play out in its dimples
occasionally I would catch tiny tears rolling down her soft cheeks
and I would pay any price for her happiness.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
she always wanted the windows open
I found myself telling her
perhaps too often
all she was doing was raising the power bill
"A small price to pay for happiness."
I can still hear her
she started putting small plants in the window sills
call it a preemptive strike against
attempts to lower the power bills
she wasn't even that great at tending to them but
it was a small price to pay for happiness
there were days I caught her
staring into the bright white of the ceiling
so quiet and still
as if she were seeing her entire life play out in its dimples
occasionally I would catch tiny tears rolling down her soft cheeks
and I would pay any price for her happiness.
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