Spring started slow that year
Or at least after the frigid winter it seemed slow.
We all waited for the sun,
Prayed it would return one day.
After what we had seen,
After the months of darkness
And the nights of plunging temperatures,
Diving into the furthest depths of Dante’s hell,
It seemed a miracle for anyone to be alive,
Nay have hope after that winter.
I don’t know what came first,
If our senses failed
And we then lost hope,
Or if the loss of our faculties
Came as a result of our resolve
Freezing over with our hearts.
Undeniably so, however,
Our eyes soon forgot what colors were.
The sleepiness of summer warmth seemed
Like a parcel of a dream,
A memory of another life
In days with more light.
You remind me of the spring blossoms
Whenever I recall the memories of those first few moments
When all I could do
Was center myself around you
And as we walked
I would get lost
In the depths of your black eyes
Where my reflection stood
Side by side
With your soul and your desires
And I was told by every
Strand of your hairs
As each one you left in my bed
Cried out for redemption.