Involution
We started wrapped tight together,
our love a bud, blooming,
but of course, we all know flowers die.
We reached for the sun anyway,
stretched our stems and tried for the sky,
and now we’re folding in on ourselves,
maybe dying, maybe having potential
to keep dying and blooming again.
But what use is a flower standing
dead in a garden? What is the point
if all you have is hope
and even that looks decayed?
So we must remember:
Everything dies eventually.
Copyright Evey Hammond