I’ll trace sunflowers on your stomach
And feel daisies drop at my feet as I run my fingers through your hair
I’ll press my lips against yours and feel my mouth flood with rose petals
The warm summer night will kiss my skin and plant violets in my lungs
Reaching up through my throat to taste you again
I will feel all the seasons at once, now stark and bare, rotting piles where flowers once lived in my bones
as you say you’re leaving me.