BOUQUET

A flower falling
in slow motion as you see it.

Imagine a funeral
with those petals lowering the coffin
into its home, pushing you to fast decay.

You are dead twice—
once, when you were alive,
and then, now when you’re all immobile.

Tears, as if they were friends,
sympathize over the loss
of a rose, one after the other.

© Gheeneil

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