A Floral Goodbye

The sun weighs upon my shoulders

and I find myself hunch over

closer to the ground.

My head unable to set high

as my stem sags with days

and my pistil threatens

to kiss the ground.

I watch for her delicate pink gloves

and I hope she plucks

my blooming smile.

I stretch out my petals

trying to capture her eyes

and watch as she picks 

every other bud around me.

I feel myself deteriorating.

My roots shrivel into thin strands

and my leaves crumble and fall from my stalk.

Every minute vibrates in my cells

and all I can do is watch for her.

I hope she feels me worth

and she grants me an honorable death

instead of food for the aphids and worms.


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