A new spring

Old wounds hurting yet again,
Old memories are surfacing
Is it a déjà vu?
Or is it all that
The new spring is offering.

Rescue me from
This Alcatraz of past,
The shackles of “would-have-beens”
And “could-have hads.”
Last Spring I may not have had a ball,
Yet the hurt would have been much less,
If only the leaves could,
Cling on Beyond Fall.