Since you've been gone,
I have been slowly rebuilding myself.
A garden devastated by tornado
will soon grow the most beautiful flowers.

He gave me dead flowers
So I can smell them every day
The rotten petals falling
The color of decay

The washed out sunflower
The dehydrated leaves
The mold on the water
The color of debris

The richly red rose
Now drooping to the floor
The color of love
Existed no more

But still I saved the flowers
And smelled them every day
And watered them with tears
To let them grow again.

Falling in love is a game for fools
So many rituals
But no steady rules
What is there one day
Could be gone the next
Send your whole life crashing
With just one text
But sometimes you float
And even fly
Often when you don’t even try
Partnership forged
Feelings engorged
This game for fools
Has so many rewards

Crying into the bath
It soaks its sponge.
The pink lather writhes in its fingers.

Bleeding from the wrists
It dabs tentatively.
The sponge adds red to pink

It soaks the sponge again,
In the vat of redder bubbles.
The copper scent claws up its nose.

Its arms loose grip
Of the cleansing sponge
Its mind fades red to black.