She said, “I don’t like talking about my feelings. My feelings are as fleeting as the season of summer”.
I told her, ”I never had a problem ever talking about the sun and temperamental weather”.
She said, “I don’t like talking about emotions. My emotions are as dry as autumn leaves”.
I told her, ”I never had a problem with a blowing wind or whirling breeze”.
She said, “I don’t like talking about my fears. My fears are a looming dark sky for a winter storm”.
I told her, “I never had a problem finding shelter and a place to keep her warm”.
I smiled and said, “Let’s just walk and talk about spring”.
…she left me there planting seeds.
while all along, I never had a problem picking her flowers away from the weeds.
like the seasons she changed
