asphodel

twenty six

she was dark and brooding

and she made us all weary,

but she was also beautiful

and kind and she had the

biggest heart. 

she smelled of cigarettes

and had hair the color of 

mud. her eyes swam with

her emotion and she

reminded me of an asphodel;

the sort of flowers associated with

the underworld, with the dead,

and they're said to be immortal.

she may have been dead inside 

but still walking

and she had too many dark secrets to

even see the light

but she surely wasn't

immortal.

she'd been something incredibly

different, so rare, from the start

and i missed her and her mortality

more than anything.

and that's what made

the death of my asphodel

all the worse.