lilac colours by the sea, collagen arms squeeze and embrace, wrapping around like a fortress, walls of expanding amber hues, ebbing and flowing.
autumn i remember that summer how you never called but would always appreciate the flowers that i left buttercups and daisies "signature move". you laughed.
intertwining of hearts like ragged linen, we broke and defined expectation, the margins between pages and photographs, remnants of past times.
i hope you remember the buttercups i know that i do. every green stem reminds me of green dress, green eyes, green bracelet. every white petal becomes a white collar.
winter. all the daisies are gone now. replaced by lilies. maybe this time, i'll plant lines of purple in my garden. but i won't forget that smell... flowering daisies.