Alyssa Pinkston
remember when we went of that picnic in the spring?
I picked a bundle of flowers
while you walked back to the car to get our blanket
when you returned
I presented you the array
your reaction made my day
I plucked another one
I tucked the other one
behind your ear
and you smiled softly
the broken glass
from the abandoned greenhouse
reflected starry segments
to make your eyes sparkle even brighter
you pulled out a cigarette
asking if I had a lighter
we sat down to our picnic
admiring the clouds
my head gets impossibly loud
but your voice is so soothing
talking about nothing
and meaning everything
remember when we went on that picnic in the spring?
I still have that bundle of flowers
dried up on my dashboard
my heart is shattered
like the greenhouse panes
you are oblivious to the fact
that you caused me any pain
I wonder if you even remember that day
maybe someday
I’ll pick up the pieces
I look back fondly
on what might have been
until then
I’m left with the array
of dried-up flowers
from the field
on my dash
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