with spring approaching i can think of only the how
the parking was so bad i tried to cancel for you and
how you made it all ok - not so bad, still early, what
time, our talk, my questions, your answers all led me
to scowl and rethink
to thank you and timidly query about a next time. you
answered how about now: and that was the start of me
regaining me. i recalled how i cherished spontaneity
and how as i passed you for the third time i wish the
he was you and he was
and in our walk and our forced first kiss, the lateness
of life - i awoke: and now this spring approaches and
i hear whispers of return, of plans, last spring we lost
our good friend boo forever. i can only pray you bring
him back - in his little box.
and we can go hike and feel him as he flies into the air
returns to the sky; a nomad no longer. his heart and ours
firmly placed in a place known for lost souls. with spring
approaching i can think of only the how and the when to
our next cup of coffee
