when i complained that all of the buttercups had died
you said, "but, look. now the irises no longer hide."
and when i reported that the irises were dead, too
you said, "ah, but see? the lilies are now about to bloom."
i do believe that says a lot about us two
i never cared for lilies, but i've always cared for you.
my affections were not reciprocated.
YOU ARE READING
the shepherd's sword
Random[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
