A Picture of Passion Fruit

The clock says 11:11
I think one wish but say another
And try not to remember
But thoughts push their way past
All the barriers I've built
And memories and tears rain down
As starburst wrappers.

Then Mr. Wagstaff whispers
The rain turns to starburst wrappers
But he won't offer comfort
And just admires a yellow flower

I can't help but recall
How we always soared higher
Than our red kite ever could
As we learned how to
Crochet and love

Then Mr. Wagstaff whispers
Two years have finally passed
But he won't offer comfort
And just smells a yellow flower

Now I keep that broken glass
In a locket by my broken heart
Don't unlock the painted box
Filled with everything less than 3

Then Mr. Wagstaff whispers
Abraham Lincoln's dead
But he won't offer comfort
And just picks a yellow flower

You asked for a little pink bow
I just kissed your arm instead
Now it lays beside dried flowers
From the summers that we shared

Now Mr. Wagstaff whispers
I'll see you later
But he won't offer comfort
And drops the yellow flower.