Wildflower

“purple flower covered with snow” by freestocks.org on Unsplash

May at 29, she found out was a Wildflower,
but I knew
She was always yellow and a light shade of blue
and I always knew,
I could see it at the helm of her coat
which was shimm’ring with starlight

Her fire did not dance like normal fire
but it still burned
and the tribesmen all flocked around it
for a little bit of heat, or love,
or both

She still calls herself a wildflower,
but she doesn’t call me anymore.