dead flowers by Emily G Myersthe flowers you gave me
the ones I wore on my wrist
theyre starting to crinkle
brown
shrivel
taking up space in my fridge
still I keep them
in remembrance of you
perhaps in hopes that one day
theyll come back to life
be just as fresh as the day you gave them
deep down I know
that will never happen
08/11/2002 Posted on 08/11/2002 Copyright © 2024 Emily G Myers
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