I've gone through these walls
like a ghost in the heights
Under dirty blacklights
that scatter through white
Old floral patterns
become deeper hearts
But still flowers at heart
until they break 'part
His favorite things
left on a night stand
more than he could stand
they always leave badly
I was a break before the rest of your life.
You were the adventure before mine would end.
They always leave badly.
For what it's worth,
it was (however fleeting)
wholehearted, unabashed,
all he could have given;
altruistic, selfless, foolish.
Now there is nothing left.
