it was between sun and rain.
my gaze stayed still on binded pages.
only shadows casted before me until you decided to speak.
then it was like black and grey turned a little lighter.
foolish of me yes but you can't control feelings.
i remembered July and the significance of nothing.
but then our month rolled around and suddenly the shades of brown were apparent.
one, three, seven, seven, eight.
we're yet to cross again.
(06-05-23 for 10-08-22)
