It’s spring-time again.
A tender kind of fall.
We leap into Love. Sometimes it catches us, sometimes we break.
I remember you when we were us.
Everyone struts like peacocks–hummingbirds and butterflies, nobody’s sitting still.
We’re all dancing a mating-dance.
I sat down–and you did too. Next to me, just you and me together, side-by-side, our mouths moving.
We fell apart… changing partners to the music of the spheres.
The sun glances down and lazily blinks, it sees the same thing every year.
A boy on a bench in the sun. A girl on a bench in the sun.
But this time our lips do not move. And you’re not next to me.
Exchanging silence… for silence.
And the birds keep urging, their insistent song: move on!
Dance again. Dance again.