a patchwork quilt of maybes and almosts ✓

lilies

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white lilies

purity

petals like

velvet

or velveteen

if you can't afford

the finer things

the yellow

pollen

sprinkled on the

inside

like powdered sugar

on a teacake

dust on the street

but precise and perfect

as if it was

planned

stems long and thin

green and cool

to the touch

the smell of flowers

is always sweet

unless it's not

or you don't stop

to smell them

the tantalizing

aroma

of roses

that drifts up

from the pile of

flowers

left on a graveside

maybe it's not

appropriate

to bend down and

breathe in

the scent, but you did

traced your fingers

across the name

on the gravestone

a hundred thousand

times

let teardrops fall

into the soft brown

dirt

that stained your

clothes

but you didn't care

because you

lost her

and the smell of

roses

the softness of

lily petals

cradled

in your calloused

hands

will never be

the same

the stains of

dirt

on cloth and the

tears that fall from

your eyes

will never be

the same

as of now

there are two

pieces

of your life

the time

with her

and the time

without