Flowers for Jon

Like a rose
Too far grown into shadow, soft
petals
shivering and growing
hard in the cold
So does the heart wilt in grief


I loved you
And perhaps I never said
But losing you--
Somehow the air is 
Dry and hollow and 
Less satisfying to breathe


Hope is found hidden
Amongst ones and zeroes of old
You find me,
across planes, shake me,
take hold of my heart and head and to whisper
"I love you; it'll be ok."




Just a woman full of quirks, finding my way, sharing my thoughts, poetry, and short stories.

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