The Vase

Like a vase of dead flowers,

Bowing out of existence,

Once vibrant petals and leaves caressed,

Now wilted,

They fall, shrivel.

 

Love abandons love,

Our hearts land hard,

Broken,

Like a shattered vase,

The shards of time cut like razor blades,

We attempt to pick up the pieces but,

There is no glue can mend us,

Nor resurrect those flowers.

 

We sweep up the remnants of our lives,

Till only a tidy sorrow,

Can question,

What might have been.

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