It worries me how early spring has emerged this year
for sun and warmth does not wait for souls such as mine to catch up
with labored footsteps.

I have no words for the royal skies
or the emerald grasses peppered with tiny flowers,
for what are they if not beside you?
I open a window to let in the clean lavender air,
and sticking my head through the frame I ratify the end of that gentle winter where I did not feel lonely.

I don’t like the way my heart within me sinks as a ****** to the sheets
Nor that my pillow keeps hearing your name
still to be spoken many times yet,

but I am told that all of this is the small price
for that beautiful little while
that I almost had you.