The winter sun warms my lap as it inches slowly upwards to embrace me.

The dew whimpers goodbye as it dries on faux grass and the border of plants

wave at the waning crescent moon who in her desire for more time with her 

distant lover lingers, looking longingly at him in the clear sky blue.

As I sit on the porch drinking chai watching this suburban street come alive

I realise I’ve finally arrived at a time and place I never thought would eventuate;

a time where you’re just a memory and the heartbreak of unrequited love is

treasured for the profound gift it was.