I’m still in slumber. While the first blossoms peak out
like pink popcorn on trees, I sink into warm covers.
But dreams don’t bring peace. Old wounds are cut fresh.
I’m haunted by images of past lovers.
The winter is deep. I want to be happy in the here and now,
But these freezing days have left my heart raw.
Neither sleep nor waking will bring me solace.
I wonder if I’ll make it to see the ground thaw.