Bright flowers flutter
with every passing car
placed remembering, now fading
That’s what I see.
Do they drive past each day
remembering to look
or down the road thinking
how did I miss that
how can I not remember?
The flowers fade
the ribbons fraying
with rain and snow
The balloon falling
and shrinking
replaced with a new pang
soon enough.
Marking the where of death
in lieu of the why.