Sun came early

through the trees, leaves

russet brown before green it seems.


I took a glimpse of you

over morning coffee

& marvelled at how you’ve softened.


Weathered around the edges

all those sharp inclines filled out

by her.


I don’t want to mention it

your ‘’love blossom’’ how it

perfectly encapsulates Spring.


I miss our evenings

the long conversations: how,

we used to unpick the Universe


let it fall like shooting stars

on the tablecloth.


I miss the possibility of

‘’might have been’’

if life had let us.


Sun came early

I watched the sky crack

seep grey cloud on ever green


this harsh Spring.



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