Changing Color

[Bunx]

CHANGING COLOR

Every year I spend thinking of her,
is a year alone, bounded by
the short time we shared.

An anchor with a chain
quick to remind me
some things never change.

Loving you wasn't a choice,
Flowers don't choose to bloom,
or shrivel on the counter space
dying in an abandoned room.

Gravity moves me forward,
I walk my route everyday
Making sure my bills are paid.

Though when I'm alone,
I can't help imagining
she'll come back home.

Trying to find meaning,
In my empty nest,
Is a cycle of reconciliation,
seeded under reflections.

In my trailer, the stone
that binds me to this valley.
I notice a springs bud,
appearing on my perennial.

Pondering if its color will change,
wondering my heart will stay the same.