Fractured flower petals

Gather ‘round the vase

To lay on the table

In their final resting place

Though their perfume’s faded

Of their scent, she’s still aware

It’s a gift she’s been given

Of a moment once shared

Still, she dares not touch

Lest her fingers feel them go

Bit by bit

Until nothing’s left to show

But an empty vessel

A flowerless vase

Where her fingers still search

For what time’s erased