April brings memories of you -
your smile, like sunshine...

So tell me, do I wallow?
Do I indulge the darkness...

And I am somewhat glad
to be home among the sunshine...

What's it like to wake up and feel
the start of a new day...

You worry about being the target again,
a political pawn...

Poetry follows me in sleep,
trailing down snowy banks...

It's funny how you thought you overwhelmed me,
when really, I overwhelm myself...

I hide the lonely
under flannel sheets...

I don't think it can ever be
properly expressed...

How I wished you walked away
sooner...

You tell me nothing is safe, anymore.
At least, not fully safe...

I am on the precipice
of reeling in this emotion...