Crying Blossom

Broken hearts can mend
but they are never quite
the same.


Normality is lost amid rythms
of grief-swelling
and flowing like blood
from wounds that won't heal.


Memories flash across the
brain, like flickers of lightning-sudden
burning heat and brilliant light-
agonising pain.


Sweet memories occur then,
April rain falling on parched earth-
taken by emptiness-brought to
sudden throbbing life.


The ache-sweet goddess, I
never knew living could
hurt like this.


I am a single flower-planted in

the unrelenting sun.