remember me as
the rose that
you plucked
with words...
holding me up
to the sun
to find
translucent
petals,
needing color
in my cheeks,
then a
rosy blush...
...you knew
that only your
breath of
fresh air
could moisten
my bloom...
needing softness
from passion's
dew...
instead,
you
dried me
between the
pages of
your mind...
