~ ❁ ~
A bright red band to tie my hair, you smoothen it with your fingers slow,
A moment's all I want from you, just take my hand and let it go.
You said my voice was calling deep, I sounded older than my mum
I'll sing for you as much you want, I'll fill your bones, will you come?
My regret holds the bouquet of dead memories and places it
Between your voice and your touch, watching it ascend unlit.
All these flowers falling around, the wind blows me down with them,
I hum to their beat and feel my feet and toes loosen from the stem.
I fall,
I crawl,
And I wither in your hem.
~ ❁ ~
YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
