Garden gloves, wagon’s axels creaking under the weight of dirt. However, her soul was surprisingly light.
Neighbors will notice a new flower garden. Her house will notice an absence.
She is surprised by the choice of her flowers. Forget-me-nots.
Fifty ways to leave your lover, sang Paul Simon. Fifty-one now. A new song plays in her head.
The fog hears the song and covers the backyard for a little longer. Forget-me-nots. Eleanor wants to, but how can she forget?