Seems life can remain the same.

An early morning stroll is welcome.

All those thoughts from last night

are teeming through our mind.

Those that stick meant to tell

ourselves there are parts of life

we’re unable to forget no matter

importance, an immediate moment.

Remember the time she crossed 

the road wearing green galoshes.

Nothing flashy, only herself

being guided by a normal day.

I remember well whether I 

might talk with her later on.

I remember meeting her 

when walking alone, the sun

embracing the afternoon clouds.