Petals fell from the balcony
gently landing on the floor below
footsteps pressing them down to kiss the plastic.
Mixing nature with synthetic pleasures.
Only in this house would it seem so natural
to turn of the lights so you could see, like bats they lived
longing for light in the dark where she shined.
Turn to the past by looking forward.
They were backwards here.
You drank when you were drowning.
You fasted when starving.
You woke when tired.
And laughed when sad.
This house is constant autumn,
withering yet colours so beautiful you cannot see them fade
the petals feel from the balcony .
Yet I still picked up the flowers to smell them.