april you arrived for the very first time
of course the mimicking of shorting wires dazzled the spark refused to feel
something i know i had from then
it always began in spring anyway
then i would rewind the same thought over and over
to wonder where you'd exist in winter
i launched my feet soon enough
the fight ahead of me didn't look to pretty in my head
but you remained wondering which lobe to crash through first
this one first, for seemingly innocent coats of an engine
to let me know i have never broke the cycle
in the summer the bloom was in fact ignited in my eyes
i partook in your small schemes to have myself waddled in bits and pieces of you and i still
wonder where you would be in winter
the cicadas sing nonexistent of a care to hand
maybe they would hush if i finally let you go
the leaves are starting to redden
your hair became lighter and the color of your lips go barked up
i could take you up for a dance but the autumn wind already has
it is so memorable that i let you have it for the rest of the season
the twirls to only see me in one degree
there's winter
i'm singing the last words you spoke
and battering at my own head for the shadow i had allowed to tag along myself and you
maybe i was just indefinitely and most definitely correct
when the temperature is sub zero
everything seems to freeze
and melt away all into the emptiness that always followed
