Years, years, years
of the dreaded thread
you left me hanging on
Now I know why
Why we were drug
through long nights
of the missing moon
The mud slung
so regularly and so much
on the walls that
it felt like home
Heavy days of drudgery
you go underground
and finally crash
with yourself
To emerge and retreat
like the hedgehog
except Spring is taking
longer and longer
to arrive
Now I know why
But does it make it better
does it make it easier
to choose whether
I want to go living
loving without
the sun
the moon
in a world
without summer
just for a glimpse
a brief replica
of spring
