Just Enough

by reminiscent-afterthought

Because when someone dies, you buy flowers, cry... and then drift apart because the tape that binds you all together's slackened now.

A/N: Written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, a10 - write a poem over 150 words.

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Just Enough

They grow enough flowers for a garden
and then the birds and dogs and winter come.
They grow enough flowers for a bouquet
and then the stems choke and die.
They grow enough flowers for a casket
but then it's shut tight and they rot away.

They shed enough tears for an urn
but it dries out and gathers dust in the stale air.
They shed enough tears to water the lawn
but it overgrows till the water can't reach the soil.
They shed enough tears for an ocean
but the ocean never changes, always flows.
They shed enough tears for a funeral
but it fades in the sun of tomorrow.

They drift far enough apart that the birds
no longer fly between their sills.
They drift far enough apart that the sunset
from their windows is beautiful, but not the same.
They drift far enough apart that the phone calls
are too few and far between and painfully awkward

But not so far apart that they can't
be brought together again.