“I Don’t Remember How We First Met”

Fun fact: April is National Poetry Month!  Last year, one of my favorite blog posts was this little piece on the 10 Things that Make Me Blush, which also happened to be a poem!  So, I figured why not take another stab at it this year?!  Holla.

I don’t remember how
we first met, or when I felt
the first brush of
your fingertips on
my skin
 
I remember the past 
though
so cold, and full
of bitter air
Our words coughed 
together
in gasps of
dying breath.
 
I think the first time
I felt you there
was when your beams 
of light
graced my face
So full of  grace,
forgiveness, 
and happiness
 
I struggle when you leave
me so alone
sweating in your dirty sheets
thirsting for another sip
of your relief
 
 
I want you
to come visit me
every day, every moment
awake to your sweet
tones and melodies
Fall asleep
as you chirp our memories
 
I know you by
no other name
than Spring.
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