Forward

The
smell
of
lilacs
drifting
on
spring
air
had
given
way
to
lilly
of
the
valley.
And
I
took
a
step
forward.
Heavy
of
heart.
Sometimes
the
right
decision
is
the
hardest.
How
many
times
must
I
learn
this?
Actually,
I
know
the
lesson.
It
just
never
gets
easier.
I fill
vases
with
the
musky
scent.
Tears
flowing
freely.
The
morning
light
making
little
rainbows
when
I
blink.
A
mourning
dove
coos.