Another spring, but you’re no longer here.
I watch the hills green up, the trees do too.
These things that brought such joy, no longer dear;
I’m bluer than the sky since I lost you.
I clear the garden of its winter mulch,
Below I find the earliest of sprouts.
I wander down the bank into the gulch,
Where snow-melt flows but does not quell my doubts.
This spring, as luscious as it’s ever been
Tis I who cannot revel in its bloom.
My heart still frozen deep, but from within.
This sunshine does not thaw my mournful gloom.
I’m sure that future springs will bring me bliss.
But I’m still frozen by our final kiss.