Eternal Spring In The Broken Heart

To NR.

My heart feels so tight today.

It needs an outpouring—
of grief and joy,
of all the things that make it
so heavy, so dense.

A stampede of emotions,
disconnected hues.

It just rained here.
The sky was dark,
and sad.
But now—light, breezy,
hot and humid.

You remember, don’t you,
What it feels like in Florida
after the heavy rain?

I even saw a rainbow today.
It made me think of our jokes,
our giggles.
And we could giggle—
still.

I feel fortunate that I had
the rain,
the clouds,
the rainbow,
and now the sun and a blue sky.

For fleeting moments, yes—
but still.
I have the memory of them,
at least for now.

And Flamenco is playing,
saying softly: te quiero.

It resonates almost like the sound of almonds
as spoken by you—
in the whispering escaping from your lips,
unsolicited eroticism
and yet welcomed.

In the same way,
I feel fortunate to have experienced us.
Even if it was only
a fraction of time—
a Dali clock, melting away.

Our time together,
shaped by circumstance.

Entanglements
that did not belong.

I am tempted to travel to you
and tell you.
I am tempted to bring my
E. E. Cummings’ book,
so we can walk the beach,
stargaze with spoken words.

I have dreamt of that
for so long.

Can we abandon the life we know?
Can we stand still in the dark
with only words—
words of poetry?

I want to live so badly.
My soul aches.

I booked a trip to Italy
for next year.
I need to escape
the mundane.

I miss you.
More than I thought I would.

And suddenly—
The sun is shining,
and passion resurfaces
as if the broken heart
could be mended
by love suspected,
love intended.

It’s Fall,
but the birds are chirping.
Their song reminds me of Spring.

I live in the delusion
that someday everything
will be alright.

I live as if
Life could always be like Spring.

I wish I could abandon Winter,
immerse myself in a love
unconditional,
everlasting—

a love always blossoming.

Isn’t dreaming
the spice of life?

I wonder.

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