i used to live here

Elaine stood in front of the small split level. The fall leaves curling around her bare ankles. The soft crunching behind her signaled her husband’s approach. 

His hand met her shoulder. His way of asking You doing okay?

“I used to live here,” she responded to his silence. 

And in her gut she could feel the seeds of thankfulness blossom - sprouting from the space of all of that unbecoming. 

- b

October 4, 2021