The Scarlett Locket

We can be two ghosts

going to the cafe

that still smells

warm, reminiscent

of canela and piloncillo.

There’s solace, I find

in knowing I chose this

moment with you,

at the grocery store

stuck at the flowers.

“¡Mira qué bonitas!

Quiero verlas florecer”

So you take us home-

Put us in a pot and

tend to us as we grow.

And so be it-

even if dust has taken over-

Te quiero amor,

con todo mi corazón.

“My petals bloomed for you”

I said, at the cafe booth.

A heart to heart in the realm of infinite death,

two souls stay

sharing the moment,

the singular molecule

of life.

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You buzz on the brain, and make it all go fuzzy.