I see, you are the full stop.
You.
Not a semi colon;
You
Sheer things
Off
And don't give me a chance
To elaborate
To explain.
Hope.
It's the word that came
Before you.
But
Everything comes before you
Now.
Pushing daisies
Impossible flowers
Left
To rot,
I'll collect them all.
I will wrap them up and show you
Something
Good can come
Although
Budding Spring might be over.
Although that season is growing
Old
We two, still, are
Young.
You have enough
Life
In your hands,
Green fingers,
To carry our story
On.