Ghosting for months,
"What would you do if I die?"
She asks.
You withdraw yourself
From the talk and sink back
In torment,
Only to see a part of yourself
Silently placing flowers at
All the conversations you've had.
From the talk and sink back
In torment,
Only to see a part of yourself
Silently placing flowers at
All the conversations you've had.
Starting with the 31st of August
When you first met and how it
Ate up all the roses you brought.
By the time you reached your
First fight, all the flowers on
Earth were done with and you..
Sat converting all possible things
Into flowers. The hills, stones,
Trees, the oceans, and fishes.
Only you were left after the
Apocalyptic reminiscing trance.
And you sat mending yourself into
A jasmine that matched the scent
Of her skin that you still held on.