Talking To Flowers

 

Dear petals, soft
between my fingers:

You made me smile
before the world did;
kissed my face
with gentle whispers of

he loves me, he loves me nots

and fell to the ground
in a trail behind my dress.

Your scent, on my garden gloves;
you, pink and hiding
behind his back every February,

softly pressed

between the pages
of our love story.

 

 

~

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