The most humane of flowers

You've taught me many lessons -

most of what I know.

You've painted with some colours,

yours are there to glow.

True Rose of Jericho

I wonder if you know

how it feels to let you go.

You've nothing to prove;

yet, by far you've thrived.

Don't fall behind..

please, hold on this time.

You're the reckless,

You, the laughter -

so intense;
You brought

the stupid things

not to forget.

Me, solicitor.

You, exhibitor.

I'm the visitor.

You're the host.

'Let me hold the door.'

'You know, it aint no womb

this empty room. Have a seat

on dusty chairs.'

I couldn't think of anything..

and so you swam with the sorrows

to please your inner cravings.

I wish, I dream

that suddenly your eyes are open

and everything comes into focus

for you.

But mine, closed and watery,

serve now as a dam;

They still clench the sights

of your hologram.

Ravens, ghosts, they reach the sky.

The light stops.

The air gets heavily stuck.

Here it comes, the end of what I know.

You've taught me many lessons -

most of what I know.

You've painted with some colours,

yours are there to glow.

You'll always be my teacher

and I'm not ever ready to say

'you were'.

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