Anne of Green Naybles

I want to be the girl with the most cake.

Spring

You were my spring and my summer.
I used to lay under your branches and watch
The sun cross the sky until the stars shone in your eyes.
Then the first chills of fall blew into your heart.
I watched your love fall off your branches like leaves
While I tried to catch it, tried to keep it in place
But it crumbled in my hands, dead and dry.
You left me with nothing but heartbreak and an old flannel
Hanging in my closet, unwashed, your smell mingling with my clothes
Reminding me that I have to let go.
Now, you’re my winter.
The cold emanating from your side of the bed
Chilling me from my head to my toes,
Filling my bones with ice and snow.