spring

i wish i

could bring you flowers

in spring

but i

clutch a vase of

snow and dead leaves

of autumns i crave,

of winters i’ve saved

and summer is still

so far away

i wish i

could bring you flowers

in spring

but i

clutch a vase of

past memories

of pain we’ve designed,

of a love left behind 

and i 

can’t let go.