I miss that certain spring.
The one where the blossoms
released their sweet fragrance.
As she kissed my lips
in the perfumed air.
The one where olive green leaves
Unfurled from buds and perfectly
became the color of her eyes.
The one where the sun
melted the winter’s cold.
And she lay warm and safe in my arms.
The one where her fingertips
traced forever’s
along my naked skin.
The one where forever’s melted
with the last of the north facing snow.
Do I miss that spring?
Or do I miss her?
I know I miss her
But only in that certain spring.
But I should never dream of springtime’s
for that would surely
break my heart in two.