We met with Persephone, near the flowers
She was wearing a sleeveless habit
She had no make up of reasons on
and was out of breath with her passions
We talked about random meetings
And even though neither Ade nor Dimitra made an appearance
She vanished
And she only left me
Her Red Petal
It was neither a reminder of
the return of spring
Nor the longing for the winter
But the simplicity of IwastherethenandIamherenowmeandmyself
sedimentary 