Drabble #23 – Don’t let the green grass fool you.

Drabble #23 – Don’t let the green grass fool you.

I can run my fingers through your hair and feel the deepest cracks of the streets in Bombay. I can shove my hands down your pockets and find foreign money tucked to the bottom of your favorite jeans, forgotten and washed so many times. I can skitter my knuckles across your skin and feel the moon shining in Ireland. “The moon doesn’t shine,” You’d say “It just reflects the sun’s light.” Like us. I no longer wait for you to leave again, or for life to get better. I’ve learned to live in this moment, something that you taught me.