Apprehension Day

It is that day again, in April

and no matter how many times
I place my hands over my ears
to drown out your name,

it slips through,

past the I love yous,
kisses on the forehead,
walks in the park on Saturday,
bowed heads on Sunday

and all those birthday candles
you never helped me blow out,

but, I still love April

and the idea
of you.