Crows croaked a cacophony over the crowd Their caws disheartening and loud We are stuffed and cannot get out we look to the crows to fly north or south.

To my left the lady falls To my right a crow caws above me there’s clouds I check for the calm, and the crows are still loud.

The crows is moving, yet we’ve hit another wall the crows are flying another way, we still follow their panicked caw I’m holding on with nerves those around me are falling and getting hurt what do we do when we are all laid on the dirt?

it’s been days and i’m running with my eyes closed i don’t care if i fall and break my nose the crows still caw yet this crowd has lessened i open my eyes to check, and notice i’m the last one standing.

what was my goal? to survive or just live? where are the crows? and the people who’d run and skip?

i stop running and take a look around i see my thoughts in the clouds and photos of me broken on the ground my heart starts racing, and the crows get loud.

my eyes open again i look around my room and it spins the knot in my stomach is thick i hold my stomach, my nerves made me sick.

i can still hear the crows this time they say words, only ones i know. it twists my stomach into knots and i lay here, telling myself that i’m someone i’m not.

maybe i am? maybe my words are true? i limp to my mirror, my mind answers my questions “that’s you!” it yells this 5 times, to each version my eyes create, none are familiar to me, i’m stuck like an inmate.

i’m staring into who should be me who is she and why is it loud? my eyes are searching, for a me i can’t see what are the crows still crowing about?

my ears are ringing my mind full of doubt these crows are now singing as i lay here lifeless on the ground.

A gloomy day, rain tapped our windows I filled the roses in their pot I watered the tulips, like i do a lot I filled the white daisies, the flower of lows.

I waited at the counter, a small grin on my face Watching the old man walk in, seemingly in the wrong place? He seems distraught, yet that’s probably why he’s in a black suit and tie.

He paid in cash, a small tear hit his coin I avoided eye contact, for I know his tear would mean. “See you in awhile.” He said to me I hope when he returns, he’ll value these white daisies leaves like me.

I forgot the old man as time came and went I never expected him to come again yet when i saw the rain pellet on the window the old man eased him, his face mellow.

He slowly slid toward the bright white daises he grabbed one by its stem, and slid his thumb over the leaves he loves them like me

He paid in cash his small smile a mask i know he hurts within hopefully he finds him a new friend

year two strolled in like the old man and his empty hand as normal, the rain rolled down the window again he smiled at me his mask up, never to end

This year, unlike previous his clothes casual, jeans and jacket his smile more genuine, im curious he pays cash, he’s hurried, he’s in and out like magic.

His change in demeanor is new i wonder if he moved on in time yet i feel like he’s trying to do what he needs too instead of healing his mind

year 3, me and this man the rain on the window and the white daisies in their pot and can. I glance down, and see my black suit, my confusion is— Oh.

I glance back up to the man, and my eyes slide to the side I see where he ends on the left of the mirror, I sigh. My feet have been stuck in the same spot, since i walked in.

my heart drops, I reach my hand into the pot I think about everything that was, and now is not. I wonder if i’ll make it to year 3 like my mind showed me.

I wander to the counter slowly I set my daisies down and a smile to the mirror shows me That my wrinkles are far worse and maybe i’ll be next in a hearse.

the cashier hands me my change, and I leave the florist shop in a rage. I wish my wife would’ve told me she wouldn’t make it or stay I would’ve asked her for her favorite flowers before she passed away.

The flowers have a bland yellow The grass is a deep green I notice a fellow no smile, yet they gleam

I walk along this street kicking rocks that set at my feet they do no harm, yet I feel threatened why do they sit okay, while I go with no end?

Questions rack my mind where are you? were you even here in my time? No answers come, here I am confused.

i doubt you, your life why would you lie? my realizations are knives then i meet your eyes

you walked past me nothing behind your eyes my life empty of your presence but now I know your message.