other than it seems
she’s the love of my life
having been gone for so long
I nearly forgot what it means
when white rose petals
fall effortlessly from the sky
like october snowflakes
huge & warm to the touch
imploding & suddenly
gone as if never existed
like an unbelievable myth
that in the back of your mind
has to be something
october two thousand twenty
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