You smell like lavender in a lavender shirt.
Don’t you remember our conversations?
When you jumped in the shower with me, and tried not to get wet.
Traveling my body while I sleep.
Crawling through my hair and brushing against my lips
You reside with me and bug me
(no pun intended).
When I saw you and the flowers, I was surprised.
All you ever talk about is nonsense.
I kill you with disgust every September
I mash you with all the innocent exuberance of a child-
so you can come back stronger than ever in May.