Resist

I think I resist spring
because I don’t want
the cold to end.

I don’t want the
heaviness to dissipate.
the diving into myself.

because my fear is that
the sun will shine on you
from a blue sky.
the birds will
sing our song.
the blossoms will
tell our story.

and I will still be dying
as the world rejoices
its return to life.

~e.i