you saw a garden in full bloom,
you didn't shy away,
didn't think twice about anything,
stepped in quickly and quietly,
and before it could even shift its nature,
you had already picked the roses
and stepped out.
give them back to me,
please.
i miss you ann. you were the first person i shared my poetry with, and the first person i had a crush on who i didn't feel like would ever work. i wish i could find you again.