Sincerely, Jennifer x

There are poppies peeking from the roads we used to go down,

beauty built from the blood that you spilled,

swaying with smiles in the sun.

They survived a cruel winter,

reborn in the cool spring air,

tattooed by your temper,

but still stunning,

sunning and smiling,

sharing their sweet secrets,

as I while away the hours in their shadow.