on my bedroom dresser,
demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
rubbing against a dusty glass vase.
each flower once flourishing and loved--
only to be hung upside down,
and left to die in a dank closet.
forgetting its loveliness.
robbed of its beauty.
the frivolous bouquet of un-growing flowers,
however,
grows.
each bud,
a shriveling memory of the momentous moments--
now fading in color.
but saved to remember the fleeting scent of joy.
sometimes,
it is necessary to remind a flower of its beauty
to retell it in words
and say that it is lovely
until it flowers again.
because she forgets
and drains herself trying to bloom for others.
demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
rubbing against a dusty glass vase.
each flower once flourishing and loved--
only to be hung upside down,
and left to die in a dank closet.
forgetting its loveliness.
robbed of its beauty.
the frivolous bouquet of un-growing flowers,
however,
grows.
each bud,
a shriveling memory of the momentous moments--
now fading in color.
but saved to remember the fleeting scent of joy.
sometimes,
it is necessary to remind a flower of its beauty
to retell it in words
and say that it is lovely
until it flowers again.
because she forgets
and drains herself trying to bloom for others.
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