Vernal Equinox

When you left
You carved a line in the center of
All my days and named them
Before and after.
Some days, I still count like that —
Stuck in the wish of before
And the yearn of after;

But in time the sun shifted and
On the tip of my finger
Spins a new world:
Before forgiveness,
Something must die.
And seconds after,
It’s spring.