Yellow Flowers Poem by Bjorn Visser

I silently gasp as the paper flutters to the floor
Is this a signal of the end?
the last pictures, our last hour?

I wait, patiently yet fighting with myself
the nightmare of you returns
picking yellow flower
I cry as they let the answers I fear free

Are you gone now?
leaving?
Wondering in amazement, are you true?
is the paper fluttering to the floor the sign?
Will it signal the shattering of glass
the breakdown of a country
the release of a silent gasp.

I feared the answers, for freedom they to ruin
I wonder, Stare, Cry.

Sunlight enters my room as the shadows flee.
the answers run along, they cant be seen in the light.
A whistle released as a beggar loves all
love, you once whispered that word upon me.

Was this what the world thought I deserved?
Silently picking the yellow flowers you used to love.
Maybe it is all that I deserve
To be reminded of you ever burning light

your pictures.
scattered all over the floor.
a thousand and one, now. none.

And as I cry, patient yet in pain
You walk past. and with a simple gesture.
a silent emotionless wave.
Your pale hands release my pain.
I close my eyes.
yellow flowers enter my mind
And as I drift you turn and walk
still further, and further away