I think it will be like breathing after fire
Relief
Clean entering my lungs
On second thought
perhaps more like ripping pasted papers
the stronger the glue,
the more bits that will never find their way
back to belonging.
Two hearts sit on either side
weighting
the mystery of the heavier solved
only when you uncurl your white fingers
Tell me, what kills a lily sooner –
the honest frost it collects because it is a lily and nothing else
or the warm certainty of a slow undermining,
it’s just that you could be so much more
The glue still glistens
on the shiny new petals,
he steps back and smiles
at so much less a lily