To lay with my love and say goodbye
past expiration
and still too soon
My heart breaks and bleeds
like rains of Spring
unrelenting outpour
messy and necessary
And I wonder why struggle feels better
easier to explain and make sense of
a band-aid to rip off
And all of these cobwebs must go
feeling my knees already on damp hardwood
watching myself cry at first buds,
alone and so missing my love
And yet, today,
he is right here in front of me
and already gone
– Nisha Moodley