Becoming Spring

i pinned a wilting boutonniere

to your frayed lapel 

my dear, my dear 

so the petals would fill the holes

and your tears would make it bloom

i made sure i pinned it tight 

so it would never fall

you said it never mattered

for you did not love at all

you said the world was cold

i could not disagree

you plucked the petals one by one 

and placed them where my words should be 

a pontillism of tears

was all i could give to you

for yours were poisoned

and killed the flowers too

you put my tears in a jar

and gave them back to m e

'for you, my dear' you said

so you can become the spring