// I was quite insecure about putting this up but here it is! Please tell me how you feel about it in the comments below //
That familiar passage of your house
is one to remember ,for
as I walk through the front door
I actively anticipate your arrival .
To look into your loving eyes
and hear the ricocheting of my heart.
To smell the cologne on your crisp blazer
and feel the butterflies in my stomach come alive .
But at that fleeting moment
I look outside the window
expecting to see the freely tossing waves
see the stagnant dead rose on your grave .
A week had passed.
It was finally time to change the flower .