Once I saw the flowers but now I see the bee’s,
each purple velvet petal does stir up deep unease
and the fragrant winds cannot make their way
to noses such as these,
the welt of one experience is not lesson but disease.
I used to wait for joy but now anticipate the pain,
each time that we depart I believe you’ll never come again,
the fear it takes to lay each brick
will drive a man insane,
hearts that need umbrellas; preparation for rain.
My glass was brimming over but now I count each drip
that sadly slides away to show me all I’ve missed
and you’ll never see such mourning
for a microscopic bit,
happiness is shadowed, the dark will not submit.