SPRING
You thought I would
leave you
that I would go away
forever
that I would leave
your heart in an icy prison
that you would
have to travel the road alone
and you forgot me.
But I told you . .
.
. . . I told you .
. .
I will always come
back
I will always
search for you
and I will always find
you.
And if you were
lying on the forest floor in fear
or the ocean’s
shore in ruin
or an empty field
in sorrow and pain and defeat
because you
thought that death had won
I would find you.
I would take you
into my hand
and bring you back
to the light
as I told you . .
.
. . . I told you .
. .
I will never leave
you
and I will always
come for you
because you are
mine.
