April is here

A poem about a passed relationship

Well, April is here, finding me

With a quicker eye for those breaks in a cloud,

Blues and reds which yet bear the shrouds

Of winter’s pale face, binding me

To those months, where hollow memories crowd.

 

Yet Spring has come, and here am I

With a keener ear for the blossoming leaves,

Those quivering vocal chords of the breeze,

Which gift it with its little sigh

And carry it on between the trees.

 

How many hours were lost?

How many found us in our dusty collections

Of wistful thinking and hollow affections

Which, upon the breeze, I tossed

Like a thousand mirrors, with a thousand reflections?

 

And yet how many more would I spend?

A million, my love, just for the wind to bring

The sound, through the window, of the telephone’s ring

To hear, through tears, your voice, and then

To arrive here with you in this wondrous Spring.

Author's Note

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