• They ran.
    They screamed and fled,
    dust floating like pollen in their wake.

    I cried,
    my eyes saying what could not be said,
    irony burning in my words.

    Unsure
    of what it was I caused,
    I returned to what I called home.

    My heart,
    weak and heavy, paused,
    betraying me for them.

    Upon
    my lips were specks of pollen,
    so bittersweet.

    Begging
    heartbeats to return, I joined the fallen,
    my soul floating in my wake.