a year ago,
i met a boy.
his eyes glittered green like my favourite pen
and he wore a pullover the colour of the morning sky.
during the day,
i made him laugh.
i can't remember why
or how.
i can only recall all the air leaving my chest,
making room for flowers.
YOU ARE READING
flowers
Poetrya memory in poems. [copyright 2019 © neutralfleur] completed: Nov, 2016.
