Millions [Poetry]

the roses of yesterday

the roses of yesterday

december11twenty17

and I do not fear your touch, but I cower at what is hiding behind it.

salty serenade, with all the correct notes hit but still, missing something. lacking honesty, for the most part, and lacking mutuality.

I imagine the field of sunflowers we could have occupied and I wince. for the rosy petals of enchantment were not unlocked to you, but teased. and still I mourn the obliviousness.

but so it goes, because the sunset skies of yesterday have lost their vibrant, living hues. dead, dead, and deader, naught could be better.

they fold upon themselves and crack, all foundations shook. destroying itself to keep up, dying in order to live.

still so soft, still so sweet, caught high on the downbeat. the skies shall shake, the colors revolt, and I'm struck alive by thunderbolt.