Inspired by Metric's 'Love is a place'
Spring is a garden
In the spring people come out and sweep up the leaves they missed in the autumn. Some leaves fall just before the snow, she's noticed, and some hang on until after it snows. They sit on her balcony and she watches the wind blowing through the streets, how it lifts leaves up and away from brooms. And he watches her. He watches the sun reflecting off her skin, how translucent it seems, how fragile, and yet…
Maybe once he believed that word. Fragile. He knows it doesn't really exist, not in her. In her there are blue skies and people and memories, old videos and smiles, secrets. He thinks: There is a world inside her. There are things she doesn't share.
When there is everything she doesn't share.
A sigh can be heard in the hallway, a stranger unaware. Through the open window.
He thinks: Love is a place inside her. Love is this place in my heart.
And he looks at her garden.
She watches the streets, watches leaves blowing in the wind, and she smiles quietly, because she knows that he is there.