The Memory of Flowers
I bought flowers today
to forget about you.
So I can view the
spectacle they make
on my bedside table
and not think of you,
and how they will die:
having completed
their entire time on
earth never learning
what I cannot unknow--
the shade of your eyes;
the sound of your voice;
the weight of your feet,
walking away.
Copyright © A.M. Demotte | Year Posted 2022
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