Alphabet Salad

so

so i've never been in love;

they say it's pretty great

when someone's spring is right for you,

so here i'll sit and wait

so the sky is tingeing pink;

remembering the sun,

the streets have summer in their step

the clouds have come undone

so i hear the wind breathe west

and tickle sleepy leaves;

the bench is stiffer, my lip starts to quiver

the suns steal away like thieves

so i've sat and silently

the days are longer now;

my empty hand a bitter grip,

cracked lips, a broken vow.