I have almost given you
through the years,
you sad blue thing.
Almost.
Petal by petal,
You withered
Into a portrait
Of my life.
Your thorns
Pricked my heart
Aggressively,
without sympathy
nor hesitation.
Your stem remained
In my shaking hand
which refused to let go
until its grip was loosened
by the tears that you left
flowing from my eyes
that were once
sparkling with glee.
My eyes remained
Fixated on you.
On the me that was
Left behind by not a few
I have almost given you
through the years,
you sad blue thing.
Almost.
But for now, I shall keep you,
along with the names
that I once engraved
inside my heart.
Until the right
time comes.
Until the right
person
Comes.
Un
til.
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