i remember how it was in spring the air sweet and soft and blooming with dancing eyes and ‘sometimes’ blooming with ‘what ifs’ and rosy lips and
the hope to stay around even if i didn’t know if you’d stay or go when summer came
in spring, when i sucked in that massive breath of air and closed my eyes
counting the moments in never-ending slow-motion seconds before i let out that breath of blossoming honey air and opened my eyes and realized
that the flowers fruited and the barely-budding roses had opened into summer.
realized that spring was gone and you were, too.