sappy shit

A thought just occurred to me.

While I sit here in a daze, I wonder why I was never told the response.
The response, in question, to my affections.
I think my heart just broke.

(A little longer than a haiku, but hey. I was never good at structured poetry, so we'll just say that it's just the thoughts that pop up in my head.)

Is it time to move on?

Fuck you, spring.