Spring Heat Poem by WR. Dutton

Spring heat fills the sky
where a winter snow should be
A snow just as cold as her heart
that's filled with apathy towards me

The heat I feel mocks my heart
as I wish I was with her
but in the expansity of her life
I am but a blur

A shadowed face in the crowd
that she can never quite see
but if she could recognize it
she would surely flee

I wish to be a part of her
engulfed by her heart's fire
but there is no hope in wishing
from my grave of muck and mire

The weight of my broken hearts
crush me in my tomb
and if this heart is broken
it will surely mean my doom

The words spoken by a love lost
cut deeper than any knife
she could be my salvation
if she would let me in her life

But how can she love me
if she does not know
for the words won't form in my mouth
but from my pen do flow