Springtime

There is a piece of land not far from here,
where once I laid my head to rest.
In autumn the colors change,
leaves drop off of aging trees.
Winter comes and with it brings,
the bitter chill of northeast winds,
Taking with it my charming friends.
The ones in which I found myself,
Jumping in.

I have walked that land
A time or two.
To the red sided barn,
Down to the water’s edge and back again.
Once with you,
Twice alone.

When springtime came I saw it too,
But only in this head of mine
For with the rush of winter gone,
You left me just the same.
And so I missed the change,
that is sure to have taken place.
Missed opening buds with pinks and yellows
that take the place of browns,
In springtime.

Now the land I walk is different now.
late at night
To the garden green
Up to the house I call ours.
Once alone
Twice with him.

Never with you my one time friend.