Spring

Mists hang low around the window

And the church tower

And the yellow squares of other rooms

And I’ve opened the shutters on both windows to let the light in

I wonder if anyone else loves the grey

The undefined edges

The smell of wet earth and grass

For the first time in days I don’t think about you

I lie to myself more now

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