But flowers have to grow.
And why in the winter when trees go bare, flowers have to go.
I learned how to keep myself from missing them, for I knew they’d be back in the spring.
And all summer long I could play in their gardens and embrace all the warmth they would bring.
But then in the fall, I’d prepare my good-byes as winter was setting in.
And long for the days of spring to return so I could see my flowers again.
Ms. Carol gave me a big hug and I saw her to the door. I went back to my well-worn spot on the couch where I planned to channel-surf until the wee hours of the morning.
There were a lot of bumps in the road to recovery. I had to start over from scratch. I had to find other interests. I had to get used to staying in the house and often alone. I had to release my old ways. I was like a person suddenly losing sight. It was a whole new world for me. I couldn’t pick up the phone and call up a guy and have him come over and spend time with me. I couldn’t go out to a club and dance and drink and flirt. I couldn’t have money thrown at me from different directions. I couldn’t take any more flights out to L.A. and wile out with Tina. I was lost. I was through. Just about ready to give up on life.
Ring! Ring!
I answered reluctantly.
“Celess?” the voice responded.
“Yes?” I was not believing the voice I heard on the other end of the phone.
“I heard about what happened with you and Tina. I…I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
A tear slid down my cheek before I responded, “Michael, you don’t know how good it is to hear your voice.”
Miasha
