we all just give up on spring.
If it comes,
we'll be even happier
and if it doesn't
than we can tell all the others
"I told you so."
We can just sit inside,
and build forts under tables
and in that little nook
down the hall.
We'll drink tea,
and maybe make soup
and stash our cigarette butts
under the floorboards
like when we were kids.
I'll show you those photos of last spring.
Taken in that brief time
between the first humid day
and your mid-summer tan,
when your skin was still
porcelain and bright.
