𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺

fake spring

the early groaning has never been strange to me.
the long face reflecting back at me salutes as always.
the recognizable bland taste of all i eat is savored by my tongue.
the loud sighing could be heard by the neighbors as i leave my house.
the sky seems so grey as i drive.
the music playing on the radio sounds almost like static to me.
everything is just so dull as i continue on with my day.

but then, a bold color comes in view.
yellow fluffiness waving through the air,
a pale face turns to look,
staring with bright emerald eyes.
the rose gold lips curve up,
quartz teeth smiling brightly.
her voice then ringed in my ears,
an addicting melody.
and as sudden as she appeared,
she was gone as well.

my world faded to dull again.
all i heard was static,
and all i felt again was nothing.
my days went on,
colorless,
but mostly spent in a cold, winter night.
always stuck in the snow,
white but mostly grey.

sighing as i step away from the side walk,
the sun appearing to shine brighter than it had before.
two green orbs met a gaze with me,
a bright gummy smile showing itself.
she laughed and exclaimed she recognized me.
my heart melts at the rhythm of her voice.
she invites me for coffee so i go along,
feeling the warmth radiate from her.
the coffee tastes sweet and i'm able to smile again,
my addicting melody speaking of how beautiful life is.
she looks delicate, like a flower recently blossomed.

i no longer feel like sighing or groaning at the sound of someone speaking to me,
not even while i stand up to leave.
all i feel is warmth as she hands me a note with her contact on it.
the color brighten as she winks and leaves.

as spring seemed to settle,
a cold shiver down my spine snapped me back into reality,
back to winter.