flowers

12

the aftermath of his death
is watching the world end
in silence.
we began in sun
and faded into rain
the boy with the green eyes
the forest heart
the boy who made plants grow
forests explode in colour
he has pulled me out of my window
into the air
the sky is cold
he drops me to earth
giving away the words and moments
he has engraved into my mind
to crumpled paper
and he tells me to fly
before vanishing
leaving behind only flowers