Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]

L o n g i n g

Would you place a wilting flower on your vase? 

The last flower that he gave you a year ago,

Would you display on your tables or shelves?

If the best memories are kept,

And special flowers are preserved,

How about the way you felt,

when you decided to put it between the pages of your favorite book,

carefully not to damage your little rose?

As if it was the last trace of him you stubbornly keep.

Fragile, as a baby,

 you were afraid to lose it,

to hurt it,

but it was constantly held. 

As if losing that last thing was worse than when he left.

How your love for words focused on the same book,

opening and closing it,

reading the words behind your flower,

and now every word longs of him.

Would you not keep your wilting flower,

 away from everyone else? 

As if he was still there, he was still yours, you were still his?