Just One Place

I once read that when lovers split, in addition to lamenting the memories lost (morning coffee in bed, nights in which the close proximity of bodies made sleep impossible, the general weaving into each others lives), they also mourn the moments that didn’t have time to happen (the home, the hands under summer dresses, and sometimes even the words). I have had many things, and none of them have been very full.

But you? I’ve gotten the change of seasons, the survival tactics learned while under sheets of all temperatures, the midnight snowstorms, the world blooming and bursting into shades of green, the fireworks, the sand shifting uncomfortably in our shoes. I may not be a happy woman, not yet, but I know what I am grateful for.