It couldn't have been anything else.
Sometimes a handshake isn't just a handshake,
but you don't realize it until much later.
***
The sky was clear, that day, when we fled from the present as though we were seeking shelter from a sudden downpour.
We kept going until the past was far behind, but the present stuck and so we embraced it.
***
Here we are.
A patch of green grass with a winding path under dappled sunlight.
What happens if we take this path?
I am wondering, but not aloud.
Seeking, I find the answer in his gaze.
We are already on it.
***
That's when the sky opened up.
In one moment, it rained ants
and then tears
and then eggs.
In that order.
Of all the days to leave my umbrella at home.
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