A cold day in spring,
warm memories of you.
The tulips pale, the sky so blue.

The wind is lifting
up my hair as I
rush in the room.
I see you there one moment
as you used to be, then boom!

It’s only me,
and I feel free
to say this to the air.
I love you then and love
you now and see you
everywhere.

Vicki Woodyard

Vicki Woodyard