Thanks for the Company






Thanks for the Company


It’s sad
we couldn’t
be friends.
It’s time
for you to leave,
the marigolds
are blooming.
I pulverized
some soil
to try and keep
them warm.
My skin
is bruised. 
The sun dries
the wound,
and all the while
I think of you.

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