Aspiring daisy turned bitter rebuff. Tonight is spent on leopard sheets, blinking to sad music while I remember tiny hands in hot showers. I kissed your eyelids and then the next day you were gone. Where to, where to? The winter winds swelled and imploded, taking you and this orphan season back into the stone ages where this sound richocheted off of the walls that then held us back. You've scaled and I've scaled and we climbed so far.
That's when you let go and I had no foothold.
I fell and landed where you started to fly.