still here

I left my soul in a poem
Washed clean in the showers of spring
The almost-year that's passed
And I'm still here
I left my heart in a thousand poems
Butchered, spackled and torn
A centuries-old connection
And I'm still here
I leave my love in single words
Deleted by winter's cold
As numbers flick by, one at a time
And I'm still here