It is nearly spring
waiting in the damp air
Waiting for you
waiting
And the blossoms are open
The waterfront is calling
The cormorants will soon go back to the ocean
I fear that you will not come
This is our place
Where we walk
talk
and I tell you everything
Who will I tell if you're not here for me
Who can I be self-indulgent and selfish with
Who will be the beauty in my best friend
Who will listen to my bullshit
I cannot manage the spring or myself without you
You are my heart on my sleeve
You are wings stretched
You have faith when I have none
You are my temper
sounding board that keeps me hopeful or cynical
or laughing
You are my best friend
the walk can't be without you on my left
I am not that strong
