three months ago,
it was sunny
when they put him in
the ground.
his mother's tears,
my own,
and the salt water
in the bodies of his closest people
seemed to replace the lack of rain.
but i can't help but think even now,
the sky
at the very least
owed him its tears
for taking him away like this.
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flowers
Poetrya memory in poems. [copyright 2019 © neutralfleur] completed: Nov, 2016.
