No.11

I watch the flowers pouring in through the door

As I smile and question if there are more

I look around and in my pupils are the petals

Representing the love that settles

I feel happy, I think...

As I step forward I can't help but long for what I left in the past

Even though I always knew it would not last

Those hallways I hated are the ones I wish I could retrieve

The corridors I never knew I would grieve

I am aware that this is a momentary feeling

That I will soon stare up at my ceiling

And laugh at how weirdly I was dealing