Five flowers in the bottle we emptied I now use as a vase
Four numbers called until what happened during our last meeting was relayed
Three coins dispensed to wash the sheets fresh may you return
Two songs on repeat, they make me think of you
One person is clueless, the other dreads the truth
What’s worse, A love that doesn’t exist or a love i’ll always miss?
Much Love, P is a new section on Blazesonplatter where I will be sharing my poetry. It’s not great but is written with much love, P.