petals
a blend of pastel colors unfold
as a flower blooms and thrives
in the awakened blossoms of spring
water
the water gently ripples
sending elegant waves
to the sun-kissed shore
tick
the grandfather clock strikes
midnight in one microscopic gesture
tick tock tick tock
Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Spring '24: Writing Contest.
ten tears that escape from the narrow corners of my eyes
flowing down my cheeks and onto my lap where they melt and disappear
even my tears have lost.
nine questions scribbled into a diary late at night
I’m sorry that I wasn’t the rings to your Saturn,
because Saturn had cracked into two;
I’m sorry that I slipped salt into your sugar,
yet your sugar was bitter, I cried too.
I’m sorry that you never learned to care,
warmth,
pumpkin spice lattes
hot, spice-soaked coffee drizzled with a splash of cinnamon
coated with half-melted whipped cream, nestled by the delicate fire,
comfort,
your favorite cardigan
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