April Showers

You get up from your afternoon nap
and another year has gone by.
The same trees outside the bedroom window, the same grass,
somehow more alive than ever now.
It is april 4th, and the last april
turns into water in your hands;
the last 12 months, turned into the 12 hours on your watch.
The faces hard to remember a year back, are now the faces
in the polaroids you have in your room.
The laughs you found annoying, now the laughs
that echo through the quiet whispers during class.
The sun has set and golden specks of hope engulf the city - was the sky ever this radiant before?
The summer showers, were they ever this pretty last April?
Lately memory fades into footsteps of the past; the water washing them away.
Every evening well spent calls for a memoir; every eye calls for something to adore.
Two eyes and so much to hold dear-
How many Aprils more till you fit them all?

You walk for lunch and suddenly, life has changed as the yellow leaves beneath your feet.
You walk over- over to something new, something greener