Elegy for the Living

Updated: Jul 28

I wish you were here

to see all the flowers

Those seedlings were planted with love

Watered with all my thoughts of you

Now they’ve grown tall,

blooming vividly

Maybe I’d bring you a bunch

of sweet orange flowers

Is it ironic that I planted marigolds

used to honor the dead?

Is it ironic that love has never felt more alive?

I’m never one to remember faces But I can still see you staring at me Except now it’s like black and white film without color

And I’m stuck here.

The one who hates Fall

The one who hates Winter

wishing that Summer was not the last time

I saw you

What I would give to see you in a winter coat

To see you in any way at all

to just see you

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