Spring Cleaning

This obsolescence of our great romance
Was not to be expected, nor desired, my heart
Like the child’s toy, bright colored plastic
Which amuses for a time
Then is passed along for a new plaything.

Though, I would not trivialize you
by saying that.

I would not hesitate to say that
we held heaven close to our essence
for some time.
Nor would I pretend I did not enjoy the nights
you held my hips in your hands, course
to touch my lissom skin
While outside the trees turned dry and fickle.
The sighs you breathed into my shoulder
Were a thousand symphonies
yet unheard.
Your laughter could cut through
the ice outside our door.
We had no need for fire
when we had each other through the winter.

Yet, our ancient wisdom knew its fortune.

With spring comes melancholy
hiding in each drop of rain
each puddle
each flower
that graces the world in her puberty,
Her full breasts speaking
of new loves and new memories.
And though I love you now
others may as well later.
This farewell wasn’t a goal
as much as those nights
your hands
our laughter
and the beauty of the love we knew
and hope to know again.