moss slowly creeps up the buildings
as the earth keeps turning
vines find a way inside broken windows,
and starts living on the furniture
that once belonged to you
the flowers that were by the windowsill
now live all over the grassy floor
and the trophy case
is low inhabited by mice
instead of golden cups
despite nature taking what used to be you,
there are still remnants of what used to be
like the thriving flowers
that were watered every day
and the tupperware in the kitchen
that the ants have made their home
and the stray hairs
on the couch that is falling apart;
a couch you refused to throw out
it would last you a lifetime,
you said,
and you were right
the birds chirp down the holes in the roof,
and sing the songs you used to sing
as you raised them
and they'll cherish you forever,
as they will keep coming back to the very same house,
and make sure their young will too
the mice will never not be grateful
for that old trophy case
and the ants will forever hold onto the taste of those cookies
that always sat in the tupperware
i will look at what nature deemed hers,
and i'll cry louder than i ever have before
i'll make sure all the animals hear
that out of everyone,
including nature,
i loved you the most
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The sand and the sky || A collection of poems
PoetryExplore the world of poetry with me. Bare with me as I dive into the world of poems, putting my own spin on the thoughts that tirelessly drift across my mind. This is my book of poems, and I hope you love it as much as I do. "i will look at what...
