Lillies

I gave her lillies for the death of her love – she gave me guidance, in accordance with the stars. I gave more lillies for the death of her dog – she gave directions in the night. I got to using all the things she’d taught me, to teach my friends the way to a heart. I got to teaching, all the things I’d learnt – she got to learning my mistrust, and now we’re dust. I wrote her letters, from a darkened room – she read the letters by the light of the moon. I wrote about a woman I once knew; she sat there reading of her past. Now we’re dust.