Oh yes, my lost one,
It has been such a long winter
We had barely enough clothes
to cover up for all the sadness
we felt
all we did was negotiate
with death
wish we could make a deal
please
don’t take him
take me.
Hard to see the first blossom tree
through all my tears
hard to smell
the fragrance in the air
filled with grief,
despair.
Do you remember..
you and I,
we really got along,
David Bowie,
first ciggy, sneaking into the barn,
hours and hours of badminton.
I’ll take you on my shoulders
you are so weak now, so fragile.
Never mind,
we will see the first blossom tree
together, you and I,
and at last
it will be finally
springtime