was I so hard to love, even as a friend?

I would have supported you through eternity

carefully fastening them into a crown of my own design

adding my gold and light, calling it beautiful

discarding it into the mulch of your Cypress tree

I would leave it there 

For Poppy's Prompts #9

I have no more aces to draw upon

you've burned my candle to nothing but the metal stub

in your careless musings

comings and goings



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