it’s been so long neglected friend
since my hand held you
moving into your seductive curves
that won’t soon be forgotten
etched silhouettes upon my mind
wondering why we left this
leaving un-lived moments prematurely
there was promise with you
now fading from eternity
don’t believe you weren’t loved
you were, you are
I’ve been busy but that isn’t it
time can be made
I would’ve made time
flowers find time to bloom
opening themselves to the world
reveling fragrance and symmetry
inspiring generations to hold them
noticing their everything
my jealousy stems from this, my inability
remembering why we left this
unable to group words into fragrance
stanzas lacking symmetry
no on admires these words
not doing justice to her
so I left you, praying to bloom
at least for her, at least once.