Last Petal

(Published May 2021)

Gather up the bouquet

weeks wilted,

dried petals 

crumble in my hands.

Each petal howls 

out a memory

as it thunders 

against the counter.

The weight of their love, a storm

brews upon their tongue 

with agitation and the spark 

of affection snaps

against my heart with angst.

They never knew 

how to say I love you

without miles and miles

of stipulations:

I could only kiss them 

on the cheek on even days

and on the odd days they would spend

ignoring my every breath.

A love story full of doom 

and I know the ending.

It crumbles in my hand 

wilted petals

tear apart my heart 

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