baby’s breath

He will turn into yet another poem

Another word scrawled on my paper

Of the bittersweet thought of what could have been

Or should have been


He will become solely pixels left in my collection

Colorless pigments in my imagination

He floated on in my own cyberspace world

Unwanted and untouched


Just painful memories of us

Amounting to nothing

Yet he will be such a beautiful thread of words

Elegantly tangled


A magnificent graceful monster so he became

Knowing how to tap into my inner most secrets

Harnessing them at his own pleasure

Plucking each breathe I entrusted in him


Until it bloomed before him

A bundle of baby’s breath

My soul in the palm of his malicious hands


As he departed

I desperately hung on

As he had his way with each precious baby’s breath


Solidarity strikes

Lowering my head

The opposite direction I took

Swearing I’ll never allow for it again


Yet there before me, a single wasted baby’s breath

Lifeless beneath my step

The pathetic beautiful friend watered by a single drop


I sped around

Flower tightly grasped in my hand

On the same course as him

With my head held high

A newborn energy stirred within my soul


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