Flowers. Nice
flowers. For one I loved. For the one I overlooked until
it was too late. Picking white flowers with a red carnation.
White for the friends still here; red for the gone. In
a way representing myself. Gone; but forgotten? Sometimes
remembered. The flowers are wrapped. Paid. A Cared written:
I miss you, and still, always will, love you. No names.
It is known. Music. A Song of the time that has past.
A love song. Written the night. Dedicated to the love
of that time. Memories serge. Breaking Reality in half.
I am back there now. So easy to go back. So hard to stay.
Driving. Music still playing to my ears. The love song
for her. I am late. My desires overpower time. I leave
to my destination. Music. Still playing. Flowers laying
beside me. So I drive there. Park. I see where he lays.
She, is standing over him. The loved are both here. Fate.
My loves. Together. Sharing the time spent before. I approach.
Grasping the flowers for him. My love. She knows me. She
loves me. He knows me. He loves me. I hold her and her,
me. We cry because we both love him. He lays and says
nothing. Kneeling over him, I give him the flowers. I
know he is pleased. I would hug him, but cannot. He loves
me. We both know we will never see one another again,
but yet we do not talk. I want to cry and tell him that
I want to be with him forever. To share each other. I
stand and go to her, embracing we know that we will part
too. All three are together, but never again. Tears of
selfishness. We all want each other. I take a white flower
and give it to her. Kiss her. She know I love her. We
leave. Both, she and I in different directions. He lays
there, wanting to go with us. But which, he does not know.
So he lays, and lets us go, knowing he will never see
us again. The tears are so deep they cannot surface. I
drive home. Music playing. My life gone. My love. My hope.
Still I endure
and find new.
