Tuesday, October 18, 2016
I Never Liked Spring
You pressed a quiet palm
to the struggling in my chest.
When you left, I secretly followed
the single path of your footprints.
The last snow staggered a dance
and I stood as you spread the space between us
and I thought of your eyes
wrapped in sweeping pass of headlights
and I wondered for only a moment
where you were going.
I turned back in delicate step,
careful to leave your each