April

April knows best what parting means, With the winter frost melting as seeds begin to sprout. We talked and laughed each day, And walked in her cool, forgiving breeze We’d run out when it would rain, Stomping in puddles with bright red boots, No care in the world, For what tomorrow might hold. Now I watch, with tear-struck eyes As you go around saying your last goodbyes Your off on a new adventure While our memories play a soft, sweet tune only we hear. One that slowly begins to fade Its volume rising only when it rains As a reminder that You don’t have to be near me To feel the love you will always have from me.