i wouldn't mind.

thirty

wearing all black, i

walked down the isles

of tombstones with

names of people who lived

before me.

it was filled with flowers

so many flowers

that i could mistake it for

a garden of paradise.

as i bent down and placed

the two roses onto the

two tombstones side by side,

i couldn't help but cry

and yell for their unconditional love

one more time.

" why didn't you tell me

the reason why you wanted

me to move out? "