Twenty sixteen it is.
Vivid evocation
That's what this is all about.
I remember a girl,
too fool to fall in me.
But it's the first time
I ever felt loved by someone.
You were the best.
But I can't comprehend;
Too young for love;
Too dumb for life.
The day I left you, a hyacinth grew at top of my head.
Now it blooms all over my grave.