-but even the flowers that reside on the tippy tops of trees have petals that break away.
and they dont just fall,
they sway and glide in the wind like angry waving hands in arguments before landing.
before everything, i would count the freckles on his nose. i sometimes missed the three that were behind his left ear because he favored his right side. i remember how soft his hands were on my face, how he’d pinch my nose and say he wanted to marry me someday. i can tell you, word for word, what his first phrase was to me.