Tuesday

Life of Flowers

Life of Flowers

I lay down in the sheets

Spreading myself thinly

Trying to fill up

The depressions you left

Our bed slowly swallowing

Me and I can hardly tear

Myself away from the

Coffin its become

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You forgot to take, your cologne with you

It has suffused with all the fabrics and

I’m afraid to wash the pillow cases

Because then you’d really be gone

The presence of your fragrance

Permeating these dead reminders

Your stale ghost keeps me company

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I sat on the veranda today

Inside your sweater,

Reduced to a child

My hands sunken in

The sleeves, the weeds

Have grown in your

Absence, their vicious roots

Snuffing out the frail life of flowers

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(I am trying to get my group together, we make collaborative stories so I may get preoccupied.)

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