The problem with looking at flowers is that
the petals fall when no one is watching.
Slowly they start to wilt
in the absence of the eye,
and their tears seep into the ground
like yours did.
Oxygen is limited and all the
false romance is ****** out of
each cell when the light fades.
The moon starts to get indecisive
and can't decide just what to wear
like you did.
The sea gets offended
by this lack of control
and rushes towards the shore in an angry daze
like you did
after visiting the garden that night.
You sat there with your cigarettes
too close to the paper
and told me that we're all stuck
in an ever changing world
that can never make up its
******* mind.
I believed you.