too much too soon so long forgotten

today i've spent too much time in the past
a frustration spiraling swiftly into an inability to get anything worthwhile accomplished
to listen carefully
long stretches of sleepy silences and the sun floating in against the living room walls

today i noticed that the dark pink flowers that surround the mailboxes are coming back into bloom
and i remember picking a few
to save
before the first snows came
pressed them between the pages of a heavy book
with the intention of mailing them to you
then never legitimized a reason
i probably didn't need one

they were still there
until only moments ago
when i stepped out onto the porch and scattered them into these prevailing spring winds
watched them sail swiftly away
into the changing of the seasons

these cycles remind me that there's life out here to be lived
and that it's mine for the taking