In May

In May, we leave.

Just like that, another year passes.
Just like that, we come to yet another end.
A cycle we are bound to repeat for a dozen winters,
a dozen summers
and a dozen rains;
A dozen times before the cycle becomes mundane.
Some connections will wither away
without the adrenaline of chaotic corridors
and others will bloom
in the silence of closed rooms.

The company you once dreaded-
comes back to you in flashes between time:

laughter, games, simpleness- back then when you could rhyme.
And all the fights we shared, will come undone
as unspoken intimacies,
as moments to long for
when there are nothing but miles between us.
And if we smile too much or not enough,
if we dance too much or not enough,
it is simply because:
the wind is tossing the lilacs,
the new leaves are laughing in the sun,
and the petals are falling on the orchard wall,
but for us spring is done.

And as I shove my black school bag in the drawer today,
I look back:
to the weights we shared,
blizzards we braved,
the memories we made
and all those summer afternoons, we did all but cave.

Stay still thirsting heart for In May,
we will meet again.