Lazy spring afternoons, like today
Sun, busy packing for a full on summer,
Shows up with loads of longing for her.
Keeping me quiet, pining for her crazy.
While she, a million miles away,
Coiled up, quiet, her love, her longing,
Sprung up into anger, into frustration,
At these passing unrecoverable days,
Of our separated bodies, of our knotted hearts,
Whispering from far away,
“Soon, soon.”
Featured image: To the spring by Martiros Sarian, via Wikiart.org
