Poof* Take MY water

i won’t write a poem
about the blood moon
the coinciding lunar eclipse
or april snow falling
there’s really no need
given the abundance
of uninspired ink flowing
not all poets bend over
and let the weather
fuck them
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