In May: a poem

Staff Writer
After six whole years,
My heart is still asunder,
After times of sunshine,
I can only hear the thunder.
And I know you loved me,
But I left it to wither,
That spring just came too fast,
If only it was this winter.
One more look and one more chance,
Are all I need to pull me through,
I don’t have the latter and I don’t have a ladder,
To climb up to heaven looking for you.