APRIL

“This is how it feels when it's all over
This is just the way a true love ends” – John Denver

The last night of April tonight and this poem I wrote some years ago, seemed apropos. If for nothing else, at least in memoriam, as an anniversary offering.

April Showers

April speaks with words of rain
Uttering watery farewells
Crying through peals of laughter
As he leaves me.

April says goodbye
His hollow words carefully chosen,
His false tears duplicitous
As his rainy days run out.

April leaves me once again,
Wounding, healing, promising much,
Giving little, taking all;
Dreams run, dissolving in his rain.

April is over, tonight his last night
April finishes and my love for you
A tired traveller, wearily stumbling
Exhausted, stopping finally by the wayside.

April ends my hopes
He kills my every fantasy,
Destroys my world, dissolves the sugary images
Of happinesses he promised me would come.

April speaks with words of rain
Uttering watery farewells
Crying through peals of laughter
As he leaves me.