Spring will come

Spring will come and I will grow smart.

I will feel grass beneath my palm and make it last,

this time around my heart will not come apart.

I will run away, pray for a new start,

find a place where I will not dread the forecast

Spring will come and I will grow smart.

I will buy a house by the sea to await his depart,

and I will not cry when I speak his name over breakfast.

This time around my heart will not come apart.

I will drink my coffee without being on guard.

The flowers will bloom, whispering ‘it has passed’.

Spring will come and I will grow smart.

By May, I will meet a boy who loves art,

I will kiss him and will not think of the past.

This time around my heart will not come apart.

I will make flower crowns and bake a cherry tart.

My days will have some peace at last.

Spring will come and I will grow smart.

This time around my heart will not come apart.