Do they scatter flowers in hell?
I am anxious and both pitied to discern.
Their exquisiteness climbs my memories wall
their perfume, crafts you effortless to recall
Shall you miss our relationships desire?
Think of me when night, wraps cold
its friendless frame.
I know I made you smile, if only for the moment
then a moment, sometimes lasts a life.
I fear the cold abstract progress of life
knocking ever explicitly at your door.
How soon –
I ask, shall you forget?
Should I lay in heaven or in hell:
Of that, I simply have no say…
May 6th 2015