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L I L A C

L I L A C S: flowers of youthful innocence

"I shouldn't have done that" he says to his hands.
"Probably not" i say to his lips
But somethings cannot be reversed,
And those are the things that change people.

And i feel his touch,
Still.
Even when his hands aren't on me.
The hands that could pull apart a flower
Without hesitating,
Petal by petal.

He puts on his clothes now,
Zips up his jacket,
Dresses as he does every morning.
I know nothing has changed for him
And he knows something has changed for me.

I can tell he knows when he looks back
Right before he leaves the room.
Not at me;
But at the disappearing innocence,
At the fading silhouette of a girl.
He glances at the lilacs in her chest
That are no longer there.
At all the delicate promises,
Shattered and in pieces between the sheets.

At who i used to be,

At a ghost.

Fleeting.

Gone.

-h/l