Sweet-peas.
Last embrace.
Kiss on the cheek,
Tear on the other.
Pink carnations.
Promises of tomorrow,
Fragile and unsure,
I still hold on.
Zinnias.
I sit by the window,
Wind blowing.
Smoke on the horizon.
Begonias.
A push on the front,
Desperate attempts,
"Fly the flag!"
A package arrives.
High expectation.
Anxiety. Ecstasy.
I receive it.
A box of nasturtiums,
And cattails also,
But dead leaves follow.
I weep.
Dark crimson roses
Fill the garden.
"I'll never forget you."
Sweet-peas.
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Friday, July 2, 2010
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