13

I woke up early that Friday morning, 

aware it was a notable day: 

not for me, but I couldn’t remember who.

Southbound on the 405, I hit shuffle

A stream of tracks played:

California Stars, Dire Wolf, My Wild Love.

Then it hit me when our song came on.

Not quite our song;

but the track 

that draws me back 

to you.

13th day since our last encounter

13th day of the month 

13th, a particularly special date for you

The song changed for me at that moment. 

No longer about unconditional love, but released love.

Though one thing remains: 

blue hydrangea is still my favorite flower.