leaf blower

the trees have been getting dressed again, wrapping themselves in Spring, lacing up their boughs in hope and green. the way i measure time, this winter was shorter than it seems, but perhaps that is because most of it i spent in the cold, my skin turned back like a blanket to bare my soul. and this is what healing feels like i guess, when you find that what was broken became whole when you weren't looking; i thought it would take longer, i thought it would be the distance from my heart to the moon before hope would steal in again. this is hope, this is real laughter and when i search myself for bitterness, i come up with tiny club shaped pieces like Hershey's Kisses and they melt away when i taste them. pulling this keyboard close i reread these journals, i touch the screen like braille to see if i can feel the dampness from a million tears cried. i know they nearly drowned me, i know that the icy cold of winter was death's grip around my neck for a while. there are glimpses of you still My Love. your light catches my eye like flashes of lightning behind me. i don't want you to think that i am through with you. it's only that hope has returned and it looks good on me. there is a person i was, and i dropped her while i walked beside you.

When i stopped looking for you, she came out of hiding.

i wish you could see her.

she told me to tell you she misses you.