Sunpatch2 days ago7Faint AfterglowAround when my back grows warm, the scent of dried ginkgo leaves rides the light. The sound of you closing the door. I close my eyes in that scent.
Outside the window now, the fallen leaves are drifting down one by one in the wind. Listening to that sound, the scent suddenly comes back to me.
Where the sound of the door closing was, the rustle of dry leaves across the floor remains. I close my eyes, following that sound too.