you must have been so happy
to finally
go, your heart swelled
into the technically rare,
if not routinely
proverbial, explosion - a release
of catastrophically
softening
petals, red in its latest
awakening.

through our newly
microscopic pain, you have
captured us - some
with our tear-linked
stalactite, growing more
fragile in its prolonged
restraint, others
numb in preparation
for tomorrow
and tomorrow

and tomorrow
no longer granting
your eyes
to watch us grow
no longer granting
our tongue
to taste your death
we sleep uneasily tonight
building dripstones
to line our dreams
.
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