press my petals between pages of photo albums
you'll only visit every few years, trace my veins
tightly arranged into knots saying
"i was here"

keep me as a memento,
a thought you won't have
to go over more than once.

dust me off and hold me to your chest
throw me in the fire when everything has
passed, frame the better parts of me
as a way to remember the sweetest parts of the past

fall in love with the memory
of me.