the smell of spring
makes me think of you—
and the very scenes
define us.
we are the contrast
of fallen white petals
on red brick sidewalks—
a sudden rain and then
nothing.
i wish i could say that
we’re madly, truly,
deeply in love—
spring fever.
but i’m not sure
that i can (and
i think that’s
the point).
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