Your Flowers

When you first walked in this four-way door,

I would have never known sunshine was a person

I never thought that the luminescence of a shattered glass,

Could make a graveyard weave life on its skin

You planted sunflowers in the ashes of my bones,

But then you left and told me you won’t be gone too long

But those words meant roses would wilt on their places,

And clouds would quickly disappear on their traces,

And your heart would grow new different faces;

Still, I have left my door ajar for you

In case you’d want to come back for the flowers that have flourished–waiting to see you.

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