What's it like to wake up and feel
the start of a new day...

April brings memories of you -
your smile, like sunshine...

My desire to be safe
is a flower in false bloom...

The first thing that happens is you
romanticize it, or maybe that part...

Can we talk about how you made the unsaid, said?
You, who is so eager, wanting the best for me...

I let the flowers die,
not even batting an eyelash...

I carry you around as
if you're an integral...

and the worst part of waiting
isn't knowing whether or not...

The hopelessness creeps in,
trying to sneak past...

I've always wondered
what the last poem I'd write...

Please enlighten me,
how else am I supposed to react...

I have made it through
more hurdles than I can count...