Wilting Flower

 

She picks the flowers

As soon as they start to bloom

I tell her they won’t last

We put them in water

They light up the room

For one day maybe two

The stems then droop

The petals rain down

Creating a windowsill flower bed

Soon a shrivelled mess

I’m a wilting flower

Losing petals every moment

Hurting as I watch them fall

My stem is drooping

Searching for some hidden strength

No water will steady me

My tears nourish no part

Will you pick me up too?

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