Final Resting Place

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

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