The longer I am away
The further you sink into forgotten places
Your presence becomes
As noticeable as the touch of butterfly wings

Too far away to hear you, to touch you
I dream of dropping white lilies
Into the shredded ground where your bodies lie
While I pick apart petals of the
Bitter sweet smelling freesia.

Soon I will forget the sharp words
And the shattered pieces of my heart
That lay in the corner
Where you so hastily swept them away.
The longer I’m away; I will begin to pick up the pieces
And sew them back together again

While you continue to vanish from my thoughts
The lilies will decay as you do
Six feet down with the shadows
And I will begin to fill in the missing pieces
With my thorn needle and thread of tears
That had been filled with you.
 
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