I thought I had hurdled this branch standing way of my path,
The leaves that grow with a burning passion have settled it.
Covering the tears of my past with its ornate life, but somehow
Even the spring--the comedy and birds singing—
Is disturbed by your name.
Even and silver—too close, so I break.
I see those four letters scrambled and slathered in front
Of my eyes, and you…where are you?
In your room with the lights brightening your face.
The space where I once sat as your hands were wrapped
In my hair, the loving scent resonating like the sun before night.
But now it will only be a memory, a photograph, or a thought.
One day, Oh--I will see love again.