Frantic feet trampled flowers flat.
You took a broken one, gave it to me
as if I could keep it alive; I tried.
Staying up for days in silent vigil,
stem steeped in water,
struggling to survive.
Holding your familiar face in mind,
fading as imprisoned petals fell one by one.
If only I could keep you forever.
But you're already gone.
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