Friday, April 15, 2016

Oceans Fit to Burst

Every time I come across bluebells

whether in reality or photographs

I hear your voice reminding me

that I was beautiful in your eyes.

And I know that bluebells are

pretty just like me, and maybe

just maybe I am one of them.

That would explain so much.

Like why I die every winter

just before your birthday

and come to life in Springtime

that might be why we are

exactly 6 years and 6 months apart,

the precise reason we could never last,

and the excuse I’ll use for losing you

that first moment summer warmed up. 

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