Sticky notes on a desk,
Written to remember things we don’t want to be forgotten.
One is red hot pink,
with a detailed recipe for banana bread.
One is a light sky blue,
with a list of tasks that need to be finished.
One is a mid-spring leaf green,
with a quote that needed to be read and wasn’t.
In a car, a note. “I love you”
Tears falling like a harsh summer storm.
Driving, wiping them away blurry,
is that rain?
Snow begins to fall fast as a rabbit running for its life.
Sitting on a bench watching it fall as eyes close, feeling the cold snowflakes fall onto eyelids
Breathe, eyes open.