Poem #1

Poem #1

I Wish Flowers Never Died 

As her leaves begin to wither

His memories lose detail

Her colors shift from vibrant to pastel

While his hair fades from brown to gray.

As her stem starts to wilt

His spine does too

His bones are now as delicate

As her paper thin pedals.

Her very last pedal drops

He takes his very last breath

Now two beautiful lives

Are finally at rest.

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