you show up like sunday weather
soft rain on a tin roof thought
i never said i missed the sun,
but somehow now,
i think i forgot
your laugh folds like laundry steam,
in the corner of my winter mind
i watch it curl, and fade
and rise, then come back warm,
everytime
i never named it, didn’t press the leaf
just let the feeling slip under the eaves,
but yo…
