So Many Things Poem by Alicia Mogollón

Spring is in the air
birdsong abounding
and reaches me

here on the patio of my brothers house
little stretch of tucson desert
casts adrift its aromas

and yet winter lingers in my heart
because i am not sharing
this beautiful day with you

i wonder how long it will take
for the heart ache to dull
the emptiness of my hand

tugs at my conscience
i tried to feel your hand in mine
last night while watching sappy romantic comedies
there are so many things to miss about a person.