we said goodbye.
I do remember the day, though,
the wildflower scents, dancing
with the wind
I picked a flower, and
stared
looking at the stem so separated from
its sustenance.
Though the flower looked still fresh,
I knew better
This poem is late. I know.
I had issues studying for a huge chemistry test that's coming up.
It's not fun. Obviously.
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