The window to the jumbled world was sealed tightly with April air. Sarah latched onto the scent of his blood and pointed a smile at Jupiter.
Behind the clouds of yesteryear, Sarah had buried her hapless heart, trusting it was the best of ideas. Time passed pleasantly.
She was oblivious to the soft thrumming in her chest.
Stealing yellow daffodil’s laced their way to her front door. A pretty giggle curled her lips when she pulled the secret from her treasure mind. It was a warm April day; breakfast crumbs had been wiped clean, the front door opened without her turning the knob, the day called her to see it.
Walking was never about moving from point A to point B; it was a religious finding. She did not realise when she turned into Lily it was not a Street it was a Court. At the peak of the half circle, a royal blue house stretched from the earth to the sky, its garden was a wild patchwork of yellow daffodils. Without thought or a look from side to side, 12 daffodil bulbs went missing from the garden of the royal blue house and laced their way into Sarah’s world.
One lifetime later, a new friend-stranger planted his heart into the daffodil wedding bed. Waking the soft thrum in Sarah’s chest; she did not understand. At first she considered the possibility that a new heart had grown. Neigh. Mary Magdalene had sacrificed much more? Neigh.It was in the scent of his blood, she finally believed that love could and would weave a new heart.
I’ve not written for you lately..