Graying skies, clouds roiling above in humid April
Fields of emerald grass stirring and waving as restlessly as
the heavens
The window is open and the air pours in with my speed
This morning is filling me up just as the banjo from Mumford
buoys my heart along
You are on my mind. I’ve fucked us up again.
Somehow I am not as broken though. Spring is closing before
my eyes the very wound I inflicted and I long to share this moment of healing
with you
Yet I realize that
there is a peace and a joy that I find alone, that I can find nowhere else—as
much as I try to deny it—being alone restores something within me today
Salty tears and a quavering voice intone—
“Live unbruised we are friends, you know me!”
Dogwoods dot the road, blowing me memories like cream
colored petals.
Cool, sweet raindrops spray my face sporadically
They mix with the wild yellow pollen and flow in tiny aureolin
rivers across the glass
I would die a thousand times to blot out your pain, pain I caused. My remoteness
is born of insecurity but I long to allow you freedom to stroll through my inner
thoughts again
Your smile is like Spring to me—a fresh start. Every day we
are we is a rebirth. These tiny moments alone only make me cherish you the more
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