holding your hand in the car,

as you tell me stories slowly,

in the relaxed way flowering trees bloom

the orange reflection of the sky on the lake reflected on our faces

how beautiful yesterday was

the numbness a little lessened

how can you be so good? but leave i will,

as it always happens,

so thank you for reminding me of being little

you inspire me in the gentlest way

and i think i’m unworthy of your kindness

that’s all