She's Holly
I. Lighter Gray .I
Odd how her memory
Is now a happy one.
The flowers are now
A kind of white.

Where'd the spite go?
It's a nice feeling,
But I must be getting
Even more desperate.

II. Sea Graves .II
Odd how her memory
Is now a sad one.
We're afloat, barely.
Riding on old emotions.

This one ended so
Differently, there was
Sincerity. I don't
Fear her anymore.

III. Gone So Long .III
Odd how her memory
Is not old enough.
She's not even leading,
But I am following.

It's all unrequited,
Just as much unrefined.
Now it's a game of chess.
She just keeps beating me.

IV. Violets Blooming .VI
Odd how her memory
is swirling the drain.
I just didn't fit her
Idea of how things are.

Poets are the most
Dangerous lovers.
We love sincerely,
And starve ourselves.

V. Ideally Off .V
Odd how there are
No sweet memories.
No candy in this story.
Perfection is a lie.

Willing to sacrifice,
All there is to lose.
If there are fish,
I'm hunting sharks.