I bought myself flowers through sadness
Or sadness through flowers, I could not tell
but with the hope that their blooms would lift lift lift me up away from the dirt the rot the human disappointment.
I often dream of those spring walks with you when I would pluck flowers from the ground, sprinkling earth from its roots, velvet petals against my nose, my cheeks,
but my nails would dig into their stems, your flesh, as I clung to you both,
Always there with a smile and a no.