Have I ever told you- I still have your boutonniere? Perched proudly upon my poetry books~ All of the memories of "Us" may have been stored- hidden- in a box solely for those memories but that flower stands proudly, untouched from the date- May 3rd
Fragile as it may be ( now dehydrated ) It remains a symbol of our love - Filled with beauty, and fantasy- but now dried out- yet I still have it
Should I throw it away? Forget and abandon it- Or keep it as a memory? and risk it growing on me The longer it stays the more questions arise...
Do you still have yours- Or is it gone forever? *Do withered flowers lose their beauty?