Acer Sacharrum

Her name was Violet, 

but she always wore yellow. 

I spied her from across the room as I hesitated in the sun-framed doorway, and she was beautiful. 

You lied to me like it wouldn't flood

Everything that we had built

Those nights you held me close

Like nothing could ever bring us down. 

But the water is filling my lungs, 

April, my admiral, 

lighten my wings with your shrill whistle,