Not For You Poem by JAY WALK

Maybe when time's right
we will find eachother again;
water reverberating our 
thumping hearts
as prairie dogs smell flowers sprung 
from a fistful of ashes.

When we can finally start 
picking daisies whose fertilizer was
the decaying ego, martyred at war,
and I can finally deliver 
my poems, wrapped
in the shadows 
of those scanty trees 
that tattooed our skin as we ran 
across roads, promises of defense 
amidst held hands.

When our dreams
can finally have the freedom to remember:
Our lanterns tangled up 
in the summer sky.

Because for now,
the wisterias 
are not for you.