After The First Day Of Spring Poem by D.N. Rebb

After the first day of spring,
In beautiful Williamsville
How many years has it been?
Since those pale grey eyes instilled

Strong archives of empathy
Yet through treasured memories
Remorse still lingers, likely
From complex dilemma seized

Worth more than what was offered
Rushed fumble linked tough choices
Noting that smile, softened
The uncontrollable tears

After the first day of spring,
In beautiful Williamsville
The timely passing still stings
If only the guilt could chill