Reprise

I once wrote about spring because I thought it would be something significant

I couldn't help but let the season encapsulate the energy I wished to receive

I wanted to be light and hopeful and new

I had hoped one day things would work out, one day this would all make sense

When spring was over, so was everything I had spent so much time wishing to work

Time moved fast, but it didn't let me forget, the moment, the person, the poem, haunting me like living ghosts

I would never admit that one spring would wreck me

nor did I really believe that it really could

I am there again in the park, and the trees look just like they did the year before

And the same family is walking their now toddler around the park

And I'm older too

Suddenly I didn't need the sun to show me the warmth that I was so desperately trying to surface last year

This year I met my friends in the park on the first beautiful day of spring and I'm not thinking about anything else

The sky is just as blue and beautiful

And the planes still make their routes across the hole the trees leave in the sky

This year it's warmer, and the company is astonishingly beautiful

So I sit with my friends 

And I let the sun and the blue sky and this beautiful day wash over me

And finally I think I'm ready for spring.