Poppies in your hair

Those poppies in your hair

Smile as bright as the sun,
Made it difficult to stare,
So I shifted my focus
To the poppies in your hair.

As red as your eyes,
Weaved between gold locks,
Wish I could have a photo,
Keep it safe in a box.

Those poppies soon withered,
And with them went hope,
My happiness left
Like a ball down a slope.

A red tulip was laid,
In newly turned soil,
It sat next to your grave,
But then started to spoil.

I sometimes woke up,
And knocked on your door,
Before remembering you're gone,
At the poppies I swore.

So full of life,
So full of joy,
The universe felt to me,
A game, a gods toy.

I'd lay near your headstone,
Talk for hours,
You never saw,
But I weaved the flowers.

Soon my time came,
I was all alone,
But at least after this,
I'd find you, my home.

I woke up one day,
And saw you right there,
The door was ajar,

And there were poppies in your hair.