Blame it on the snowdrops

snowdrops by the side of the road

It was the snowdrops in the park that did it in the end.

That caused the tears.

You see I remembered the ones springing into life in my graveyard. The graveyard I walked through day after bleak day. The graveyard I walked through so many times the gravestones became as familiar as friends.

I remembered the snowdrops growing and mourning as I realised I would not seem them bloom. I felt the grief all over again. Of what I had left behind.

Caught up with the move, I had buried the emotions felt in those final days before I packed up my life again. Lost in amongst the excitement and opportunities of the new. But it was waiting.

Waiting for the snowdrops.

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