Birds of Paradise

at least once a day
the flowers speak to me
as i'm walking to the car
they shout about almost everything
all at once
this constant babble and inaudible noise
that explains me as well
once a day
i mutter your name
and hardly ever frown
you are living, breathing, sweet smelling art
and perhaps i wasn't the right guy to fully appreciate
something beautiful like you
but we linger in positive space
and move quickly through the negative
alone, starring at the ceiling
i find comfort in your memory
you took a piece of my heart
as i'm sure i have a piece of yours
lets not trample each other out
lets not throw them in the disposal
but appreciate our differences for what they are

human.
we are simply human