These pastel petals of leftover spring
leave traces of you on days without
wind and nights void of starlight. Why
is March always so heavy; 31 reasons
to cry when February becomes darker-
pages turn like leaves did when you left.
You wanted this book more than I, but
you will never see your name scattered
across so many pages dedicated, drawn
like remembrances so old the corners
are curling but you, you will never fade.