return
By Mina T
Lavender, baby’s breath, peonies and heart
Sitting heavily at the palm of the world
What I don’t understand is,
How even the white lilies in the gardens
Can’t be bright as you
Resting steadily at the palm of the world
As delicate and as beautiful
As even the white lilies in the gardens
Almost bright as you
May it bloom or may it wither
As delicate and as beautiful,
I can’t look at these flowers, the way I looked at you
Whether in bloom or whether in wither,
I stand through four seasons spring and summer and autumn,
and winter
Looking at these flowers, almost the way I looked at you
One with dirt, one with earth,
Through four seasons spring and summer and autumn,
and winter
When I watched you go, back into the earth