It was the fall of Winter
when I first made her smile.
It may have been
the last time, too.

Since that warming day
and all the heat she produced
I have been circling
following
questing and hoping
for some repeat,
some recompense,
some sense of reciprocation
with nothing forthcoming.

Springing into this new season,
it might be time to admit
I’ve even chasing my own tail
trying to find a way to catch her attention,
trying to catch that first high
over and over again.

That admission will only bring me low, though
so I will delay that day
perhaps
for another time of year.