Wet Lilacs

He stood at the door
Unable to knock
Unwilling to leave
An unlit cigarette fidgeted nervously in his fingers.


Morning had divorced the sun
And the first sign of rain had me thinking he wouldn't stay


I opened the door
As he tried to coax me back inside with just his eyes
Paying no attention, I stepped inside his space


I was a flower
Crushed by his massive hands
And the heart he'd one day forget he had


The hard rain
Slashed his face in disappearing scars
Till his closed eyes and warm breath found mine


Faster, the wet lilacs closed in on us
Trying to capture a young passion in a casket of lilies
Something was dying, and I rolled in it


We held on to each other, a statue in a fountain,
Till the rain stopped
And then, so did we...



Every May
I fill my rooms with wet lilacs
And hold onto a memory
I wish I never remembered