after my neighbor told me
she loved walking by my house
because of all the flowers
and I responded with,
I only see the weeds
Thank god I only speak in truths
because half my thoughts lie to me
I should have known this spring
it was time to turn that corner
when instead of making bouquets,
I started frantically deadheading everything
How painful to explain
that sitting in the sadness of your passing
felt better than
resisting the world we all still live in
Shortly before you died, you told me
you were afraid you took my light away
I told you then
That light will never stop shining
You were just burning so bright
it was hard to see.
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