The label on the jar read “Overly complicated relationship fund”
I laugh and chuck a few coins in,
Celebrating the savings for another rainy day.
It’s been dry as a bone here as of late; the seasonal changing from long pants to shorter skirts, some with long jackets.
Colors ranging from the denim blue to the golden sunset, and those pretty-in-pink bows; tied delicately around the center just slightly off point.
He whispers something or other in my general direction, but I pay those words no mind
Seeing how he’s already packed and ready for the next flight out. Yellow taxi waiting at the curb. Might have been an Uber, maybe a Lyft. . .
(I was in the kitchen making waffles at the time)
Not feigned indifference, simply absolute. Pouring several glasses to prove a point;
That I can hold my own glass high above head,
Spilling every thing like tea on a table,
The fifty-two card pickup
& I’m still holding all the cards.