A single sunflower
stands tall and prominent
amongst the brittle hay and dying weeds.
Its silky canary petals
leave home and wander away,
quickly passing by now and then
but never sitting for a stay.
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 12:57 AM UTC
The looming grey stone sits eerily beside me,
whispering haunting memories in my ear.
They skip and summersault around my kneeling form,
reminding me of the time we were welcome here.
Only until that mocking wooden box violently enclosed you in its embrace,
suffocating you underneath the complaints of the green blades as they bump into one another when the wind blows.
If you were here we could face the ecstatic world together,
but I’d rather just let the musty earth ease me into slumber
beside you.
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 12:44 AM UTC