Sunday, April 08, 2012

This Spring

This Spring

He cannot tell if she
has changed too much, or he,
not enough, but as the
ice thaws, dissolving with
the sad remnants of their
once beautifully shaped
crystallized bond, newly
formed blossoms grow in spite

She cannot know if he
will ever grow into
this thing she has outgrown
but as buds bloom on time
their time is near the end
of its last, frosty night
sunrise staves off the frost
leaving only the chill

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