Notebook Full of Sun

I open up a notebook, blank and bright

Like the sky that learned to be polite

Your message sits, unopened, still

I breathe it in and let it chill

No need to rush a little heart

Spring knows how to start by start

A notebook full of sun

Says we’re not done, we’re not done

Even if the winter lingers some

I’m learning how to become

Barista calls a name that isn’t mine

But I smile like it’s a sign

The day is young, the coffee’s warm

I’m safe inside this softer form

If you come back, come easy, please

Like curtains moving in the breeze

Not a storm, not fireworks

Just a love that quietly works