Slanting through the attic window, a ray of sunlight touches my coffee-stained desk.
I look out at the maple branches swaying in the breeze. From nowhere, I feel the stab of a memory -- you waving me goodbye.
the sound of the wind
Published in Kokako 16, April 2012
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