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.
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