they left flowers
they left flowers
found flowers for us
memories for them
we feel their trespass
in the wails of the wind
that are brandished here
skin flints of the mind
there in one cold stare
written on a card
read by the writers of other cards
that they left here with their
found words for us
coloured candles
flickering amongst the flowers
they left for the drying of their tears
and for our desiccation
this long autumn
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