Forty-Four Minutes

And the Liliacs stuttered in shame at her
Soon  the poppies took it away quickly
You brought a coffee with spoiled milk
And tipped it over her dead body
Never again did the damn phone ring
Dandelions plucked from their homes
Torn apart by little hands
Daffodils live and die in the spring
And now her corpse lies rotting here
Next to where my own lungs breath
In my head she's choking me
Blaming me for what I've done
Posies come and say hello
But never will she say my name again.
Forty-Four minutes it took the ambulance
By half-two they claimed her dead
And the buttercups lowered their heads.