To my dearest Alissa,
When spring is here,
Let our last hug bleed no fear.
When springtime comes,
And within us sprouts new growth,
My heart, for you still thrums-
Between us stays an oath.
When the great lake finally warms,
And I’m left here without you,
O’er laughter a tether forms-
Now squirrel, scat! Shoo!
Lost in a restless sea of people,
I hope a piece of me remains;
Together we once climbed the steeple,
Now same person, different lanes.
When you find yourself drifting,
I’ll tell you of my adventures;
A story you’ll find uplifting,
Through all the world’s indentures.
Distance makes the spirit fonder,
As you spread your wings to fly;
No need for doubt to pull us under,
Underneath a different sky.
If we were merely words,
You’d be my synonym.
Beyond the afterwards,
I sense my phantom limb.
A bond to last a lifetime,
Bound by more than just the weather;
If you remember but one rhyme:
“Northern memories last forever.”
Midst the shade of maple leaves,
Carried on a summer breeze;
Amethysts glow, though far apart,
Do you hear me cheering, for your brand new start?