april 25th.

you brush my hair behind my ear

and for a minute breathing feels easier.

the world has been heavy

and i worry i am too fragile for it.

but your eyes are a warm shade of brown

and they remind me of autumn nights as a kid by the fire.

so i spend my days losing myself in your words

as we walk the shoreline at midnight

as we run into old bars to escape the rain

as we lay on the field surrounded by people

as we kiss under blue bed sheets.

and now i understand the beauty in spring

how it starts disheartened that winter stole everything

and then realizes that having nothing

means the possibility of growing anything.