In the shade of the magnolia tree
On a gray-green spring day
I saw your smile in the grass
As it tickled at my toes
Your eyes in the bone-white flowers
Slip-falling through the sky like
A boat cast adrift during a hurricane
Your words in the chilly breeze
That wrapped around me and
Made a pattern of bumps on my arm
A morse code message reading
Memory is rose gold but
Reality is obdurate stone
I looked up at the tree above me
And along its branches
I saw patches of rot
Bugs gnawing at the wood
White flowers speckled with black
Everything ends.
Poetry Overdose 