Genevieve

Cherry trees blossom,

and brought more life than imagined—

A daffodil trumpet simply to declare that she was there,

To attract the eye, the star behind,

Becoming for new seasons of separation.

The darknesses of slow disintegration

The melancholys of yellow teeth and skin’s

Soft stems like bones weakening

Worsening the cane [the cane waning/ and stopping]

To walk then stop.

For pain and settling still remain

As a single heart beat in my imagination, never seen.

These fruits the flowers will never see,

The cherries cheer, and beg to eat,

The fragrance blooms variety

These seeds, the seeds she’ll never see.

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Oh how sweet how sweet you were to me.

Like lines on a face, you marked my life; my heart has your hand’s imprint

And I never got to say goodbye…