Destination Anywhere

Brandon and I are no more.
Another yellow petal falls.
Garbage.
Racing thoughts, panic.
WHY.

Mutual,
my heart is still cracked, little pieces falling
like those damn petals.

It’s better this way.
He’s better this way.

I’m not.

No going back now.
Let the healing take over.
Floating.

Who wants to face a morning sun anyway.

amanda.