When spring is here

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?