December 16th 2017

It's delicious springtime, And yet you cloud my thoughts. I despise the way that nature restores itself: Flowers after they have been plucked from soil, Leaves after they have fallen, When I'm still trying to stand steadily on two feet from two winters ago. Time is passing, The world keeps turning, But I'm stuck in a tidal wave of bitterness- Missing you, When I know I shouldn't. Oblivion dances along my fingertips, Creeping closer towards me. But it's delicious springtime, I can't remember the last time I let myself breathe it in. The Daffodils... Aren't they beautiful?