Sad eyes outweighed by a heartwarming smile Subtle curves and a fine stature that she hasn’t learned to appreciate Soft skin, but don’t be fooled, for her calluses lie beneath Soft spoken, until she simply can’t hold her tongue Kind words, but when provoked, she’ll spit daggers Soft coils that spring out every which way A gentle touch, one that mends your heart and your mind A pure heart, tainted by spiteful souls High cheek bones, ones of a Cherokee woman High maintenance, only not with material things But give her time, and patience, and i’m sure You’ll love her.
You loved roses and tulips and lilies You loved waking up and watering the trees You loved the soil that stained your bare feet You loved it all, maybe more than you loved me.
But that didn’t matter What did was the smile it put on your face The smile I longed to see everyday The smile I miss so, so much
I remember I once overwatered your sunflowers You laughed and used them for compost Your laugh, it’s warmth and comforting sound That’s what I miss the most
But when it’s your time Whenever that is Once your life has been fulfilled And your spirit has passed
Follow the sunflowers and roses and tulips And find me down the garden path
“Your age is catching up with you.”
“Really? Why, I couldn’t tell.”
“Your glow is fading, you look grey, ghostly.”
“The ghastly glow can be quite enchanting.”
“Well yours isn’t! I mean come on aren’t you ashamed? Your haven’t even hit your 20s and you’re basically decaying!”
“I’ve been sick.”
A pause. “Whatever. Doesn’t mean you had to let go of yourself.”
“Is it hurting you?”
A stare. “What?”
“Is it hurting you, my current state?”
A pause. “I don’t care.”
“Hm. Well my apologies, that I hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me! I don’t care that you’re sick! You don’t care about leaving me so why would I care!”
Understanding. “You, think i’m leaving you?”
“you’re Dying.”
“But aren’t we all?”
A pause.
Reflection
Refusal
Then, silence.
