spring still somehow reminds me of you
sharp gaze, long dark hair, and
sarcastic wit
wrapped up in horror movies and romcoms
a soft porcelain serenade on the breeze
with blossoms of new beginnings
of lilies blooming – and withering
demons we couldn't deny creeping
forward
while we kissed with passion and flame
hurrying them to their destination –
our end
every year since I plant lilies in the
back
fall in love with the beauty that
blooms
and say goodbye when their (our) time
is up.
-Zero
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