spring pressed flowers against your body: bluebells and lilies, yellows and greens.
you remembered the place where the reeds thickened and the tall grass swayed with your heartbeat. you remembered unravelling the sky, that withering blue nebula, sinking into shades of night
(your petals fell into the dying breeze
"I live among men and not among angels", claimed Thaddeus Stevens, that lion of a man, in justification of what he saw as an imperfect 14th Amendment.
Imperfection is what defines humanity, drives us to change. That we can feel—and that we can lose—reaffirms the beauty and subtlety of this dance we call existence.