forget me not

The fleurs who died

The fleurs who had passed

All tinted windows are weeping

Pass this funeral march

What it take

to put elderberry in a bottle

And call it a day

Or a night for the matter

For all that matters not

Rose and decay in single origin

To forget the bitter aftertaste

To forget the bitter afterstory

In some place other than this

This we will forfeit

In all the possible combinations

Will you remember me?

It's better you not

Fifteen minutes has elapsed

Toss the tea bag

And come to me with another tragic story

The night is already here

Enough has been glazed over

Enough could have beens

As all the leafs ripples

through our windows

As all the lies buries the earth

Rest your head

Unto my chest

And we would live

In all the stories we could have

January 2023

By Aran Meredith