You were mine, Wildflower.
Sprouting roots in the most unlikely of places,
Yellow and green peaking through cracks
Of copper-chipped bricks,

Like ivy you spread and clung to my hand,
Your leaves draped around my fingers,
We grew together.
Intertwined, inseparable, iridescent
Reflecting each other.

Until, your grip loosened
Once effervescent,
Your colours faded
Now waned, wilted and worn.

I tried to love you back to life —
Though I don’t know you anymore.