I thought about you once. Once actually means quite a few hundred times when I least expected it.
Like. . .
When I was was rinsing my cup of coffee and a sun ray hit a bubble just right. Pop.
When I was loading the wet towels into the dryer and a sock peeked out from behind the washing machine.
When I was lazily cruising through the country and the rows of orange trees dizzied me for a moment.
When I was taking off my earrings one late late night and the mirror reminded me that the matching necklace was lost at the bottom of the ocean.
When I was cleaning out the attic and an old box helped me face my addiction to unwearable shoes, movie ticket stubs, and deflated birthday balloons.
When I was drifting to sleep to Mana‘s lullabies and they shared our story in a melody.
I thought about you once.