Dandelion

A dandelion seed. Starts at the end of a small stem. Floating all over. Little seeds leaving airy footprints. And I am leaving things behind too. Mud all over. Hurting. If seeds could grow into something maybe she would be here. Seeds. Vacuuming it all up. I think seeds are like particles except that they can- Pinch you awake, Mud slapped onto my boots. A dandelion. Leaves a horrid, dead stem behind. Leaves the stem hooked into the ground. And the seeds are dead too. Some of them are, I know it. They are still floating like dead bodies. Haunted and stunning deadliness. Leaving airy footprints of the accident. I walked away from it. Not everyone does. So like a lucky surviving dandelion seed, I lived. Leaving behind the stem. And her too.