A painting of a flower
in a glistening cut glass vase
Captured of a time before
when the light was perfect,
the fragrance sweet and the petals
soft as vanilla pudding

still life ~

Our love was that of dreams,
picture perfect
Captured in a photograph,
placed in a heart shaped
ornate silver frame
displayed proudly on the mantle

still love ~

days later petals lie
scattered on the floor
in random patterns
wilted and curled, pale and drab,
a brown stem in stagnant water,
the vase stained and glistening no more

no life ~

months later, shards of glass lie
scattered on the floor
an empty broken frame rests
face down in the ashes
of the photo, torn to shreds
and burned

no love ~