the coming warm days

my pen never runs dry
of lugubrious sentimentality

perhaps because it is all i have left
of many loved people, places, and things

life has much to do
with losing everything you’ve gained

lately
i run from memories
only to have them catch me in the night
as i dream

this season in it’s infinite wisdom
remembers the dead of winter

as do i

unpacking boxes
filled with provisions for
the coming warm days

that’s when i found it

a little plush white lamb
named fleecia

with a heart shaped card attached
our pet names scratched
wishing me a happy spring

i remembered
i loved him once
and it was worth all the pain