Bleeding Trees

The trees bleed water as drops of water land on my window, I stare outside adoring the way the wind moves the trees in so many directions. I'll open the window so the water can hit my skin, I don't touch the water but the water touches me. I adore the way the cold water comes rushing fast in my room, filling up the empty space that has been prone to make me feel introvert, the bed is now made, my hair is tied up so I can listen to the little drops of rain that is left outside. Outside of this that I thought I'd never leave, well of course not without you beside me. The counter top still has envelopes and love letters that we occasionally sent to each other, spilling out memories. These letters were like storm after storm just spilling out, the way the letters dropped to the floor, I so remember when you first sent me that love letter, the very first one that you threw in the snow, to the very last one that you threw in the rain. I opened one up and an April vibe came into mind, the purple walls and tall windows filled with couches and empty stairs that we occasionally talked on, filled with missed calls and slow walks. The way we never said I love you until the May vibe where the empty couches and opened windows started to form. The way the sun was out and too bright, then we return to January vibes, new surroundings, new me, new you.