Poetry: Watering Flowers

If I’m watering flowers

I ignore your place

I hesitate and deny my hearing

I cannot face my worst fear.


When our stares meet

our flawed desires vanish

our souls are in peril

I loathe the emotions

do not smear your darkness.


The birds sing misery

I feel the strong currents

the petals drop on my feet

I do not look back.


Stop looking, they sing

it will not return

my sentiments are drained

why is it lost?


Wailing lament

floating with grief

waiting to sink

waiting to crash

waiting to be whole again.




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