We sat on our familiar porch
I looked out at the field, the golden sun glistening on the grass as the wind puffed past
You called over our eldest and threw him the football with the same vigor as your youth
You called over our youngest and handed her a sketch you made her face, she hugged you with joy
You called over your brother and cracked a joke that always made him chortle
I sat next to you and called your name, palm in hand; I squeezed it tighter
But you looked at me quizzingly
and let go of my hand
I remembered when you first gazed upon me at the park
I was reading a book, you were passing a football with your dad
Suddenly a big gust of wind blew the book out of my hands
At the same time the ball flew and propped itself upon my book
You came over to me and picked up the book and said the dorkiest thing,
“Gone with the wind, right? We’re lucky that it didn’t.”
I shook my head and laughed as you stood there red-faced
It was history from there
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦’𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳
As I looked again into the field, a big gust of wind blew the sketchpad
With one hand I grabbed it in a nick of time and handed it back
“Gone with the wind, right?”