coming of age
is the phrase
that reads on the stone slab
above the lonely grave plot
that sits silently with
the wide-eyed ambition
you laid to rest,
limb by limb

it didn't go down easy
it never does

Gravity works in reverse,
while you choke the voice
in your heart,
indefinitely

growing up is the force
that carries down to dirt
the pure desire you harbored
the wishes you whispered

time passes through you
greedily carrying off
speckles of soul,
those precious crystals,
one and only fragmented
flames

nurtured regret will silently snicker

as nature inevitably
throws flowers upon the grave