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.