The Bitter Cold (Draft 1)

The Bitter Cold (Draft 1)

I do love the Spring so much
so welcome after the bitter cold of Winter

so nice the warm breeze
and the joy of the Sun once again, but

her primroses have taken over
and I’m thinking, don’t overwhelm
her little bushes that I’ve planted
in honor of her who has died
and of whom I seldom speak, because

love and death is complicated
and tears are not for everything

it’s just a portion of agony
that wonders why
such fate has come to me

and i always wonder why
she couldn’t have danced with me
to twirl and understand the full story

don’t know why I listened
but couldn’t help

don’t know why my love
was deadly

don’t know why I thought

there’d be magic in a couple’s sorrow
even if there’d be a suicide pact, but

one survived and one did not

and sorrow is endless.

— Douglas Gilbert