when you fell, a flash of white,
no words, no warning, white to the ground.
My teacup soon follows after yours, still warm, still hot
Flame extinguished but my stubborn self
didn’t want to see, believe, to grieve.

for hours and hours, undying flowers,
I press on, just like you always did,
red petals spilling from burnt fingers, into your hair;
a lovely sight, was your body not cold.

years passing by, years spent without you,
my hair turning white to match your own
in my final breaths, I’ll visit you,
in your tower of flowers, forget-me-not,
white lilies, red roses, asphodel.

it’s good to see you again, you’ve barely changed,
time’s been kind, I think blue asters look nice
in your hair
now that it’s no longer white.