You called me a flower, beautiful to the eyes of the artist

Years later
When I received no call
I let
your touch have no sound
for as hard as I tried to forget
meaningless hours
always spent remembering

when you finally show
no
you wont get a smile
nor a laugh
not even a goodbye
muttered through these tear stained lips

not even a silent wish for peace
growing like vines
impatient
scattering my mind

no
not at all
you're the darkness
numb feeling
left after a storm
that ruined natures greatest gift
the timid flower
you once declared a master art