To flick a fly off your food
Would have taken more effort
A lift of a finger, a thumb's pressure
Flex to extend and shoot. Very clever
Me, I was no fly
You'd have had to say goodbye
So you waited for winds to change
Take them hours, take them days
Left your favorite music on play
Sang a few songs and slept away
The clouds came and hurled snow
Summer died, fireflies lost their glow
Night switched to a cold in-between
Neither day it was nor was it eve
It snowed and snowed till it buried me
Your record froze and you woke to see
No victim, no grave, no heat
All was forgotten and a new sun broke
Blossoms rose to bloom and saplings woke
My flesh formed the green in the
Grass that was as everything else, soaked
In joy
That was yours
As I was no more
