Spent reclaiming

recent years
spent losing

I hope

only like winter trees
in rest

with springs
ahead

still mornings
bring moments

once in a here
where I remember

the time
that's fallen

between then and now

but
those

they quickly
fade
to clarity

counting
around me
to make sure I still have

but stopping
none or little
heart

even small
touches
should

but in their absent
leave me only wondering
would they

would
they very often
far between

do now more
for longing

or anger
at their withholding

I hope this is
just darkness of cold
and not the all
and new to be