Returning with saddened hopes
Brutally realized
That it was me. One-sided.
Unfortunate mistaken kindness
For something deeper.
Like the withered and dried
Pressed petals you gave me
Once fragrant now fragile;
Simply lost in memory.
The collection preserved
Between salt water stained pages
Of handwritten poems never shared
Composed in sleepless moments
On sand underneath
Weeping palm trees.