my wisteria

the full moon rose

I chose to leave

a wisteria sang me to sleep

I was fumigated by her sweet song

I forgot my frozen feet

before I asked her to play it on repeat

I asked myself to put down the empty luggage 

then my sore hands reminded me of the weight

while I was breathing in the same song

bright moonlight showed me the landscape 

a daffodil told me to not hesitate 

I realised it wasn’t the same gate

that gave up on me