june second

This morning we walked outside,
And the street was covered in freshly fallen jacaranda petals;
A blanket of floppy purple snow.

I complained.
"We wait all year for these flowers,
and they're gone in a week."
"Hmm," she said
crushing wilted purple blossoms with her shoes.
"Hmm what?"
"I haven't been waiting for anything."

But she has.
I know it.

-Misha Collins