The Last Bouquet

I’d always loved flowers

and you surrounded me with them.

Those numerous bouquets

would bring me joy,

you said.

And now 

the heart of me 

is filled with your flowers,

so many flowers scenting my face,

engulfing me in a multi coloured glory

of fragile petals.

And now

that you’ve left me 

for the last time

I have flowers to spare 

and I think of you

leaving me 


and now

I shall take them outside,

let them follow you out

and wait for the butterflies

to visit my last dying bouquet.


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