I Never Liked Spring

I Never Liked Spring

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 wondered for only a moment
where you were going.

I turned back in delicate step,
careful to leave your each
white goodbye

–Teresa Kiplinger

See the pendant necklace I created that incorporates this poem.

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