As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll
transcribe the poems:
From
bloom to gloom
Our
love like fire
Consumed
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.
