Autumn Lilies

I stood there

with seasons blushing overhead

and grey grass beneath my feet.

I stood there

absorbing the eulogies and lies

that permeate the atmosphere

like scents of sweet summer lilies.

I stood there

wondering if he was still alive,

hoping he was gone forever,

praying there was pain in purgatory.

I walked away

with fleeting fear but eternal scars

and autumn lilies dying in the wind.