Then, just when she’s knows you’re interested, just when you think maybe I could have a relationship with the outdoors again, she’s gone, leaving nothing behind but chilling rain and a few blossoms strewn about like discarded tissues blotted with lipstick kisses.
It’s enough to break your heart, all that cold and gray. Again.
Here’s the thing about Spring, though--she can’t stay away. She’ll be back, and when she sashays in, I’ll be ready for her.
Yes, when Spring finally gets here, I’m gonna love her like nobody’s loved her, come rain or come shine!