Sitting Quietly in May

Some might say, it's just another day but the days so quickly pass age marking time far too fast; spring was a season of mixed messages days of rain and dampened dew full of old memories, walking the garden with you, then came the buds, the blossoms, and the bloom life rushed on, no regrets to exhume, the gentler days of flowering and you; in looking back the early days moved slowly and steady with struggles through laughter, tears, and joy thready but you were there ever at the ready; lost to the days of April into May and I am still here tears as I pray, my eyes on the stars wondering what happened and where you are.