Poem 10

As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:

From bloom to gloom
Our love like fire
We burned our bridges
Furniture, clothes
Hair, flesh and bones
All too soon
We ran out of things
To burn
But while it blossomed
Our love
Was like a flower

NOTE: Also written on the page: “B. This is us. T.” and a name “Barbara” (I’m guessing, can’t quite make it out, different handwriting) next to a heart.