She Blossoms Pink in Warmth

She Blossoms Pink in Warmth

I wish I knew how you could
Paint footsteps in pink, on the floor of this room,
which seemed hollow now, where a tree
Once grew.

And there was once a time when I could
Listen to falling leaves all day,
Imagining the subtle taps were still
The ones made by your shoes.

But leaves — they do leave,
If not today, then someday soon,
When the ones who seem to care for them
Go away. So far away.

I wish I knew how you could
Paint footsteps in pink, as I slightly limp
My way, feeling emptiness ‘tween my toes.

I tried to blossom, too,
As much as I could in this fallow earth,
But no —
I needed you.

— A. P.

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