Kill a Flower
Photo by Marta Dzedyshko from Pexels
I dreamed of my favorite flower
Of plucking it gently
And savoring the scent
It made me happy
A wholeness
Born anew
But the flower began to wilt
Rot and die
As it laid in my hand
When I woke up
And I was hollow once more
I wonder if I lost it while leaving
Or while watching it die
