Honeysuckle stained buds come to life
as sprinkles of rain make their way down
to the space between your nose and your eyes.
There is something unusually summery
about springtime here while your spring
clings to winter a few months longer than
could ever be healthy for her. I know it's been
a while since I've sent you pressed flowers
or go out of my way to write to you, but I
sincerely hope you know I've just been busy
reminding myself how to fly so I can find my way
to you sooner than I promised. That way
we can taste the skies together all over again.
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