Midnight Flowers

by Richard Vince

I remember the midnight flowers,
Even after all these years, but
I don’t remember the tango:
If it was fixed, it was not
In our favour.

Our midnights, however, are still not
The same: yours approaches, while
Mine is long gone, pushed far behind
The morning Sun. Our flowers, then,
Could never bloom together.

Teenage disappointment has given way
To adult acceptance as I see
The blessing behind the disguise:
The pain we felt was nothing
Compared to what could have been.

Do you remember the midnight flowers?
You wrote them into being, yet
I suspect you have moved on
Further and more fully than I can.
They did not need my Sun in
Your midnight after all.


Author's Note: A response to Midnight Flowers by Alithea Suzanne, a member of Pathetic once upon a time.

Posted on 07/03/2022
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/05/22 at 09:09 PM

Absolutely love those last two lines.

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