The flowers you bought me are about to die
read when falling out of love
Sunrise filled with empty passion: losing sight of why we wanted.
I can be more vague. We have not spoken in weeks so I forgot
laughter, how yours sounds. The tulips bloomed unfortunately beautiful
even without desire. Sunlight from the window warmed her heads. Thin green
necks heavy
coated with black pollen unfurled at once.
Each of her faces opened away from the wall. I didn’t notice the water in the vase yellowing.
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Α poem with symbolism and deep meaning.
These nature metaphors for love dying are really evocative, Joe, having just come from your lemon one.