Flowers of My Own
The fresh flowers, still impossibly perky
After ten days of being
Separated from the warm, wet Earth
Catch my eye from my bedside when I enter the room
But not the same
Way my face would break out into a grin
To see your long form stretched out with a book
You'd look up at me with your sad eyes and your sweet voice
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