Spring

I watched the flowers die,

I didn’t even try to stop them.

After you left I was desperate,

I wanted something to connect with.

 

As they withered,

I found a friend,

I saw myself in them:

Our reflection was stark.

 

Have your brought the water, darling?

We need to be brought to life.

-Alex W. (First draft for NaPoWriMo 2/30)

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