How to Love
Though I'm surrounded by the colors of the spring
I think of flowers that you gathered up for me
And on the windowsill I left them to decay
Inside a glass jar that I emptied yesterday
Daylight breaks and I see you through
New eyes: I wasn't meant for you
I'm still learning how to love
And come the summer months, I'll miss you most of all
Those hazy August days are lovely to recall
How, then, do I begin amending all my wrongs?
Will you forgive them if I write you one more song?
Learning how to leave the past behind
Though I feel it tugging at my mind
Surrender all the love that once was mine
And know the truth will all be told in time