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Vigil

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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