Flowers

Your body fell towards
the earth's dark soil,
skin flapping in the wind
as life abandoned laughter.

Silence -
where breath
used to make music.

Stars wept time across
Heaven's sparkling ruin,
last words painted echoes
on stretched imagination.

Emptiness -
filling the space
where we loved.

Photographic memory
tears up snapshots,
negatives sweep positives
into the darkest room.

Sorrow -
feasting upon
the fragrant tears.

Hope screams wingspans
of desolation into the nest,
until death do us part
mocks the closed eyed rush.

Flowers -
decayed now
decorate this man.