The last 3 letters of the spring

I was gone for too long
I forgot how to love this city
Its streets


I didn't realize I had been unhappy until late Sunday morning in your bed. You left me sleeping — on your way back you brought sweets.


I went very deep very down that rabbit hole
On the other side I met a gray-haired sun-kissed
wise woman

She got everything I wanted
the golden boy and the white fence, no (!) make it an attic apartment
the yoga studio across the street and the neighbor with the crazy dolls watching 
us 
against the window
she cooked the parsley from your fridge and finished the ice-cream 


I was “over” it for so long
I forgot how to love this misery
Its blonde hair 

I didn’t realize I had been lonely until it was mid-December. I was rushing to meet you like I was a kid and there were presents to open on Christmas. You opened the door — I was there — bringing you cupcakes; being so glad…