"What beautiful flowers!"
Unaware of how much death & decay took place under the soil, right below.
Oblivious to the pain.
The speaker was a girl with long black hair, walking with another, a person with brown and golden hair, at the base of the hill with a weathered grave on top.
She smelled the fragrant jasmines & plucked off a handful to decorate her hair, now walking away down the hill.
Her companion lingers at the top, gazing at the gleaming white petals, contrasting with shiny ivory.
"Come down!" She calls. But the blonde has seen the engraved rock, secluded by growing vines. They decide to have a moment of silence.
The black haired girl looks back, then rolls her eyes before abandoning them.
The person left standing next reads the epitaph,
Their sunkissed, freckled face turning into gloom.
"Now that I've seen you, I won't let you be alone."
She gently kisses the keen flowers that are curious about her words.
Then turns to lay and nap in the grass and foliage for hours.
a poem inspired by a love poem my partner wrote for me :] written metaphorically about real people/ events
