wake up and smell the burning flowers

her eyes were muddy green, but i had never noticed/i wouldve told you it was my favorite color/because of how she looked at me with feelings/and muddy green like a timeless thing/made me see, she is the forest the soil the trees

all things earthy

all things home//

now i wake up in a splintery house in the woods/and smell burning flowers/i stand in the source of her/close to home as i can muster/and watch the fires eat away shading

black over red over brown over green like/it cant remember which is most similar/to the color of the one it loves well/it burns her eyes away before me and i/cant help but think that this is her leaving

for the second time/leaving fully and

taking all i had left//

the trees the wind/the curling wildflowers now seething in ash/they say the rain always comes if you wait/but here it will come in lazy tendrils of mist/in mossy drips that snake paths away from the trees/twist in a noose shape and strangle the sun/even when this fire burns away her eyes/rain will come in muddy green, in the color/i know best, in the shade of my home//

she comes in layers/ in moments like these/there is no rainforecast as the strangled flowers crumble/but it will come still/

and with it, her