The Final Petal
I’m anchored to you like an ancient root
I don’t escape but pull on your side
there’s a comfort lying here in our dormant love
and some days I float weightless there
let us sideways step into another tired year
the dimming light will halt for a moment
and the warmth of a flame will endeavour
to strengthen my patience once more
where solidarity blooms then weight will wither
and the ground is our new home
memories disintegrate and drift downstream
where desire remains a dream state
can you pull me up when I’m wearing thin?
can your kindness overthrow it all?
I know I will need you when the clock strikes one
and it repeats until the final petal falls
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