Saying Goodbye

This gorgeous Ikebana stood in front of me.

His petals touched my skin and

the rain continued to fall.

The pain of leaving something so radiant

was going to sting.

Yet this was just the winter,

summer would come again;

my flower will come home again,

and fill my room with

the fragrance that I adore.

He, like the bouquet he presented me with,

is glorious.

And I, like it, remained speechless.

I look at them, the Daisies, Carnations, Roses,

but it’s the Lilies that serenade me,

like his voice,

they know how to please;

they know the longing I suffer.

I have always found Roses to be

his dark and broody side.

They are the pouty child,

they are the secrets he keeps inside;

but the Lilies are the brightness of his smile,

the sunshine gaze.

They are his openness to me.

They are his trust.

This gorgeous Ikebana looks at me

from the vase on my drawers.

It’s petals remind me of the absence of his skin and

the rain continued to fall.

The pain of keeping something so radiant

was going to sting.

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