Your release was like seeing
The details of leaves
For the very first time.

Before, I only saw in watercolors,
A pretty image diluted in
Mistakes easily erased.

So perfect was your work
Full of falsified fantasies of our future  
Everyone but me could see
The details of our leaves.

Time would reveal
The fruit of your labors
As they soured into acid that ate away
The concealed cracks of your character.

Now, the flaws are on full display,
Unfiltered, unchanged.
Because of you, I now see
The details of our leaves.