81/1000 - Better

April 2011

"Sorry about yesterday,"
You texted the next day.
It was a Saturday,
The first one of April,
And it poured all morning.
It's pouring now as I write,
Reminding me of your boots,
The way you swung your legs,
The way you lit up
While receiving my gifts
Bringing me back
To our first time
At that mall,
Where,
Instead of hopping over puddles,
We strolled through the snow.

The light
Peeking through the clouds
Glistens off both,
Sending microscopic rainbows
Into the air
For the observant eye
To enjoy only.

"That's okay,"
I replied.
"Today is a better day."