you stir an ocean with your breath
and ignite calderas with your grace
within the planet that is me
you create tremors with your smile,
avalanches with the slightest brush
and with the knowledge of this power
you wreaked havoc on Earth.
my Primrose, my garden
my only solace
in you there is nothing left,
that I loved, adored and blessed.
I'll like to think that you died with the flu.
such is the pain, i inflicted on myself.
