Oh, I felt it then, a sudden surge of pain. 
A familiar entity of constant ubiquity,
yet simultaneously not there. 
I tried to feign indifference, but it soon became clear upon the springing of those dainty edges. 
I was harrowed by despair. 
How could I not care?
Their meek, limp, cunning stance made me sigh with frustration. 

Their insistence to grow with an air of indignation to all that had happened, and all that never would again evaded my senses. 
it pierced every coarse inch of my frosted senses. 
It held on like an insipid black splinter, always 'hinter', never veering forth toward that cool sunlight. 
Unlike these incessant wretches, glowing like stupid fireflies. 
How could I ever smile again? 
I walked a mile and back in my head, but all I saw was you instead. 
Ever present, smoking that pipe in that old green shed.

But I digress, I've made a mess of it somehow. A fool of myself, in fact!
Ever present in the underworld, I spun a lie and it chose to remain. Never prevailing in its riddance of this morbid Spring tale.

I exclaim defiance, cut their stalks, and dismantle their bells. 
A forever tabernacle to my name and pain. 
Only blue shall remain,
In place of my grandfather's pain.