Small flowers reflect your subtle

(Or not so) glances at me, roaming

Where your hands avoid – for

What has ended lingers. Combing

Gently for some scraps of nostalgia, hopeless

Hoping hinders drunken friendships. Sun-drenched

Notebooks masking secret longing: happier

Days are days gone by; the aching wrench of

Angry altercations soil what used to be a

Delirious obsession, better than the rest,

Who were pleasant but decidedly lacking, though

One can hardly deny they tried their best.

Indigo petals are small reminders of your

Caring eyes, resting eternally on idle dreams,

And though I’ve begged you to cover them,

Staring wildly, flailing madly, petals lay on me.