Death of my Sunflowers

All summer the sunshine reminds
me of you–I can’t face up, meet
the sun’s tastes. She’ll see my tears
as I shamefully wipe them away.

The sunflowers of my heart
won’t bloom. I’m dark
and bent–my face down,
staring at the unmoving ground.

My petals you ripped
one
by
one;
I see them withered all around.

Forever gone‒no
glue or band aid.
Only left to hope
I can grow‒new.

These petals won’t flourish until
your corpse leaves my mind;
rotting somewhere else, no
longer obscuring my insides.

The long summer passes;
you’ll let my sunflowers be–
soon to bloom so beautifully.