When Spring Comes
I think today you asked me to stay.
I think today you opened up your door
and found everyone who had been knocking
had already given up and gone away.
I think today you opened your window
and saw the clouds pushing away.
Today you asked me about my day,
and I said there was nothing to say.
Last week I put mint in your tea,
my weak scheme in getting you to notice me.
Yesterday I threw out all of your shirts,
all the sweaters I've stopped wearing.
Mailed you the socks I borrowed that one time,
and left all your warm handprints in the envelopes
with the letters you used to send
in a shoe box under my bed.
It's not cold anymore,
the snow is melting away.
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