gasping for breathe while every leaf-raked emotion blows around my head again, kicked up, stirred, perfect-compartment piles shuffled through, kicked to the wind by your decision to enter again
through the front door
a home purposefully redecorated, walls torn down, your face not found, closets cleaned, memories unforgiven, now, NOW, you walk through the front yard on an autumn afternoon seeking refuge whilst destroying order
did you see the sidewalk?
what was in front of you?
that’s what led to tight lipped moments together
your inability to understand the means
you have no understanding of what this means, implications, outcomes, your finality, it’s in sight
you need to be told twice
i’ll use a blower next time, and burn the remnants of early spring’s green hope