flowatree…

Jane came by with a lock of your hair,

Said you gave it to her that night you planned to go clear–

out of the sky.

You remember the shrill

of testing me,

standing still with

a rose

in your teeth.

The enemy is sleeping,

and

focused on forgiving.

What can I say to

you, my killer,

my brother,

my friend,

you are focused on

the

end

when it all

is just a circle.

Get what you

are

giving,

and giving

what you get,

yet we all tend to

forget.