Some animals sleep through winter.
Many plants die, and insects hide.
The sun grows distant, cold, and dim;
And humans, too, just try to survive.

Some people stay stuck in the past;
Others study history, art, and war.
We still sample the same old songs.
We still praise the same closed door.

His love letters rest beneath your bed.
You’ve kept her photographs close by.
You pray to feel that first shiver,
Replaying what once made you cry.

But the sun will return, as it does.
And one day, your cheeks will blush.
You’ll let go and learn to breathe again,
Life has a gap in it. Please don’t rush.

Life is an allegory of painful losses.
You start with your baby teeth falling out,
your belongings being stolen,
and your heart being broken.

Over time, you lose your parents.
You lose your children.
Sometimes even yourself.

But life goes on.
And so do you.

Occasionally, you pause
to report a loss.

Everything blossomed, just like our feelings.
Hello April, it's good to have you, and your back.
The sun burns brighter, as if I were a moth;
everything turns green, while I fade to black.

I wear gold, and you wore silver;
all my memories seem to linger.

My hair is blonde, and yours was black;
at times, I thought that we had luck.

You loved the night; I preferred the morning.
Now all that remains is me here, mourning.

You were my silence, even though you sang;
for months, I would wait for you—and hang.

And once, I wrote what I left unspoken,
a ray of sunlight through what seemed broken.

Poems found me when the whole world was gone,
and you gave me your last kiss at dawn.

March arrives, marking the beginning of spring,
though chapters are closing and seasons are ending.
These heavy rains will soon come to an end too,
and the trees are blooming, yet we’re still pending.