4.7.13 (slight)

flowers,
not yet,
for april
still holds
many
showers
for them
to bloom.
that doorstep
was haunting,
like the ghost
that would not
leave my side.
i saw
the green light
across the way
and though i
longed to,
i could not,
because
to have stood
in the way
i would have
destroyed
someone else,
and though
i would have
loved to,
it was easier
to destroy myself.