April

finally, a glimpse of Spring.
having you near me, i come alive.
deep breaths pull in what i can:
you are extraordinary.

i want to lay here,
among all the pretty things
that make you so beautiful.
but this garden was not planted for me.

the bees scream:
“what do you have to give?”
even now, your pedals are
crushed under the weight of my longing.

i caught a glimpse of Spring
and i stood just out of reach.
deep breaths pull in what i can:
you’re not meant for me.

i close my eyes
and let Spring linger in my chest,
terrified that my releasing breath
will sound like a confession.