Life has been a bummer
since you left back in March
Now it’s summer
As I recollect all the memories that we left in this city
I garner what I can
For what the future holds - is out of my hands
I remember your presence
I remember your presence so much
almost as if I could touch
your tender, flower-blooming, silky April hands
They say Spring is the season of Love
is the season of Growth
is the season of – hope.
But what if I don’t want it to play out like the tales they wrote?
I just want the intimacy and sincerity of you,
And that of which only you can bring -
So, here I am
On this day
Stuck in the burden of what some may say:
“yearning”
Missing you, sensing you, loving you...again
And hoping I’ll be able to feel your fluorescence
Every now and then.
<3