Freshly picked poppies
Under the tree
Carefully picked out just for you.
Knocked on your door

Yanking you from the floor
Over the hill
Under the tree

Around us were poppies chosen by me
Stunned by the beauty
Smokey bitter-sweet smell
‘Have a bite I promise it will taste lovely’
One bite is all it took for me to say farewell
Letting you walk away would not suffice
Eating the poppies and watching you suffer added a little spice