Sunday & Spring-Time

Spring came and I spent
hours with the sun
sweet cake and ice cream
marked April
when my brother turned sixteen

as the softness of life
turned ghosts into gravel
life did quite literally spring
I forgot about the moon
late nights became soothing

birds laughing at me and at time
boys on bicycles traveled
the newly cobbled stone town

the days marked by
confetti cherry blossoms
yellow
and new beginnings

Came rain on Sundays
reminding me I was still
young and wasting time

I kept trying to write a book about
the future which had already
arrived at the present
still contemplating
the casualties
mom and her spiraling
ecstasies

Both did turn and smile
The father and his son
forgotten by the blue

But I picked a forget-me-not
and then I remembered you
I could not forget
the light in your eyes
most people...still know how to
smile about sadness.

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[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

But I picked a forget-me-not
and then I remembered you
I could not forget
the light in your eyes
most people...still know how to
smile about sadness.




your notes of nostalgia dream themselves a place all their own inside this tender~beautifully wrapped poetic~