The trees out in my yard are turning green

I forgot they had leaves at one point

The sight twists my stomach back to last year

Where I sat in my window writing love poetry

Blooming green leaves as my view

My bush of white flowers creeping over the windowsill

I can't help the nostalgia rising from forgotten time

Clouds plastered in February gray and smelling like cold rain

Something tastes bittersweet in the back of my mouth

Probably from an old memory we shared

I still can't go through my dvd collection

Without a grin at the sight of the Star Trek discs

I don't even watch it anymore unless it happens to come on

Who am I to fight the power of cable?

It happens to the best of us

The poetry I wrote about you sits untouched

After being torn apart by teachers trying to fulfill my potential

Those are my favourite versions

Original, unscathed, whole

I remember you as soon-to-be summer breezes

I also remember some of my poetry to be flawless

Although it isn't as perfect as I remembered it

And I want my dvds back