for me? by Genesis Siviero

for me?

by Genesis Siverio

someone left lilies on my doorstep a few years ago. I still don’t know who they were from or if they were even meant for me. they were orange,

the lilies. maybe the wind blew them in, thought of me, tied them up with some string. I loved them, those lilies.

then they were gone, dry and browned. quickly flowers turn when torn from their earth.