like taking the first step of a journey,
I stepped widely and slowly
into a garden filled with the scents of spring
and worries and thoughts quickly dispersed

and in times when the rain came,
each drop was a single note
in a much larger composition;
a true refrain of april

I'm completely sorry if
I've forgotten your name. Sorry.
These thoughts just kind of became
a downwards spiral...

with the blooming of the daffodils

like reading the last page of a book,
I acted quickly and clumsily
and forgot my duties much too prematurely
with worries and thoughts quickly identified

and in times when the sun came,
drying up the rain,
and completing the composition;
it was the true overture of may

I'm completely sorry if
I've forgotten your face. Sorry.
These emotions just kind of became
a backwards loophole...

with the blooming of the daffodils...

let's remember each other someday

maybe with the overture of summer.