Foolish- to fall without a parachute

I cut the stem of the blind carnation,
tying lace childishly around the petal's breath
watching in awe as it responded, soothingly-

Take me to your soul.

Avoiding sirens and school bells,
I found his adorned locker
and stood across delicately-

Silent is my love, help me say more.

I let him pass without a word,
watching his face drift
and merge with other anonymous figures.

But he will never remain nameless,
for his hope gives me new birth
in a reckless war where I have no
hold over life, I am simply a lost soul.