Like him the flowers lost their colors.
But he lost his on a Tuesday.

(End)

And now as he stares at them on a cold December morning he can’t help but think they now remind him of himself, wilted, lacking turgor pressure; the elasticity of his skin feels dehydrated, lacking something important.

(7)

He re-lives the way Johnny meticulously picks through the many bunches of flowers to pick the perfect ones, his words “these remind me of us” as he picks up a bunch full of yellows and oranges and blues.

He doesn’t know why they reminded him of them but he never questioned.

(6)

Just the way the cold November air added such a pretty tint of pink on Johnny’s cheeks and nose, and the way his scarf around his neck would show him glimpses of the evidence of his love.

(5)

Simon replays that morning over and over in his head, never wanting to let that memory go, never wanting to remember anything else.

(4)

They’re both laughing which leads to the need to taste the other’s joy and they both get greedy, hands grip hips bruisingly, teeth graze skin and words of desperation, of dedication are breathed into the pulses of each other's necks.

(3)

Simon pretends to protest; the groan in his throat leaves between upturned lips, the smile growing bigger when he yanks Johnny down and he lands on top of him.

(2)

Like him the flowers lost their colors.
But he lost his on a Tuesday.

(End)

And now as he stares at them on a cold December morning he can’t help but think they now remind him of himself, wilted, lacking turgor pressure; the elasticity of his skin feels dehydrated, lacking something important.

(7)

He re-lives the way Johnny meticulously picks through the many bunches of flowers to pick the perfect ones, his words “these remind me of us” as he picks up a bunch full of yellows and oranges and blues.

He doesn’t know why they reminded him of them but he never questioned.

(6)

Just the way the cold November air added such a pretty tint of pink on Johnny’s cheeks and nose, and the way his scarf around his neck would show him glimpses of the evidence of his love.

(5)

Simon replays that morning over and over in his head, never wanting to let that memory go, never wanting to remember anything else.

(4)

They’re both laughing which leads to the need to taste the other’s joy and they both get greedy, hands grip hips bruisingly, teeth graze skin and words of desperation, of dedication are breathed into the pulses of each other's necks.

(3)

Simon pretends to protest; the groan in his throat leaves between upturned lips, the smile growing bigger when he yanks Johnny down and he lands on top of him.

(2)