with lilacs bursting in sweet fumes
and sunlight melting frost off trees.
So, like the flowers; my heart blooms.
Melted dew falling from petals,
teardrops mourning for long-lost time.
For this year, I wished to settle
down and still with a love of mine.
But seasons change and so must I,
as distance takes my shot at fate.
I’ll take the road while he, the sky.
We'll go back to our separate states.