All too often I find that I keep you
Here.

I am the shackle of the revolutionary soul
The selfish platonic bond
An unhealthy chemical mixing always
with your chromosomes

You are the flower that
I picked up
And adored who became the object of my affection

In doing so
Elegantly ripped from the earth in which you prospered righteously
I killed you

I killed you so unknowingly
And if I could bring you back to life
The death of me; myself
That might bring you back to life
What will bring you back to **life