The summer gives me too much time to think
Not enough tasks to keep restless hands busy
Or keep the cluttered mind quiet
There will always be meloncholy as the snow vanishes and gives way to renewed life
How dare the earth turn more when you are not able to be lifted
And while
The ground does not cave way as I step closer to you, does not swallow my feet
I am consumed by the weight of so many gifts not given, so much time lost in an early death
So many whys and not enough answers
I swear
If ever there was a way to hear you again I would be first in line
With as many Lilacs and Lilies as I could hold
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