(fact: every time I hear your name my hear skips a beat, even after all this time)

Listen, this is no longer the end.

I remember the day I found you staring at the curtains in my bedroom, feeling them in your hands.

When I asked you what you were doing, you just looked up at me like it was obvious and said, "living" so quietly that I don't think I was supposed to hear.

-

(fact: I hate daffodils)

Listen, flowers aren't humans, but they are the same.

You used to tromp through my garden right after I watered it with no shoes on.

The bottoms of your pants would be covered in mud and little rivulets of water would cling to the skin on your arms.

-

(fact: I sometimes dream that I've lost my mind, my life, and everything I care for. And then I wake up and I see that it's true)

Before you would go to sleep you would always say the same thing.

"Off to Never Land."

And I would always smile, thinking that your insanity might be more than just quirk.

"Sleep good," I would respond.

-

(fact: when the fig tree falls, I will also)

We used to sit out underneath the tree in my front yard at the very beginning of fall, when some leaves were still green and the pine needles had all fallen.

We would laugh and talk for hours and sew live leaves together with dead pine needles, bringing the opposites together until a quilt of monstrous size was ours.

But the leaves would always wither with the seasons, and we'd just have a pile of rubbish.

Author's Note: I'm alive! Yes, alive! I've just been very inactive, recently. Sorry for the wait, and hope you enjoy this piece. I especially like the last bit.

Much love!