Anemones

From the other side of yesterday I spoke to you. My head nodding, losing petals, wilting

Anemones

i wanted you to be lost
not really really lost
just enough to want me
to be there for you
to be able to prove
that i was needed

Nodding heads of anemone and the ping of sleet. Spring is lost somewhere south of April in its march through wintry rainbows. These pines await impatiently.

From the other side of yesterday I spoke to you. My head nodding, losing petals, wilting, turning grey. I said I was somewhere over the proverbial rainbow, but you've never wondered which storm cloud had hailed and taken me so far away and you could never understand that your sunshine cannot always penetrate the clouds. I pine to hear you voice today. Perhaps I'll call in April. "Patience is a virtue" chime anemones.

The storms pass over and I breathe in the clean fresh air, marvel at the double rainbow I see hanging over Wal*Mart. All things pass. Now peonies have bloomed and Summer's almost here. Somewhere out there you hold close your youngest son, hold up his nodding head and meander through the pines past gone-to-seed anemones. Patiently I wait your call. Perhaps next April.

i needed you to need me
you needed to be free

© Kåre Enga 2008 [164.552FTL] 2008-03-13

~200 words

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Original in "She wants to know if I'm lost"