I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOUR FLOWERS

Why do we bother slipping open

the doors and breezing through

the windows—why proudly display

beauty that dies? Forget the flowers—

they only crumble and fade

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

like curling paper in the bed of

flames. Why gift those you love

with something so weak, temporary?

But it wasn’t ever about the flowers,

was it.

It was you in that vase, tender

heart and dreams on display,

so hungry for love.

I have always loved your

flowers.