The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
The clouds are breaking to the south
Sunlight is sifting through
And now I’m dreaming of the mouth...
This is the first Spring I remember
I don’t feel hope. You died in spring
And surely that one kept an ember...
