Lips of velvet and skin of satin,
I long to wrap myself in the comforts,
Of these lavish fabrics,
Your hair smells of wildflowers,
So I fill my home with them,
Petunias and lilacs and daisies
All to remind me,
Of you
The wildflowers on my kitchentable are wilting,
Yet still, somehow, retain their life.
Just as the love I had for you, too,
Slowly wilted, and started to die
The pedals soon start to fall,
As too do memories of you, me, and of it all
Stems are starting to bend,
Reminding me once again,
That all good things, such as you and I,
Are only mortal, eternally ******,
That all good things, must come to an end
But there's still the future to look forward too,
I need to look forward to that, instead of reflecting,
On what could have been