Memories of Spring

By K. P. S. Plaha

I am followed by a host of memories,
Memories of you; like spring's breeze
On my skin: a rousing tease.

I was deeply alone when I met you.
Never thought I'd meet someone and yet you
Changed my life so I can never forget you.

Yes, I want to turn around, back again,
Bring you along so we can remain
Together and forever heal all pain.

Seasons come and seasons will go;
Bright summer, then fall, and winter's throw
Spring back to the future, make us grow.

Kanwar, writing as K. P. S. Plaha, loves doing the write thing. He writes flash fiction, short stories and poetry. When not writing, he likes to shoot and hang things, as in photography and painting. He taps a keyboard and pushes a mouse as his “day job.”