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The ghost of flowers

     
     
.        
I cut some flowers today        
roses to make the house smell pretty        
but I could feel them dying                
oozing life        
and withering by slow degree        
.        
The same way our relationship died        
in agonizing adagio          
we saw it coming        
working to keep our love alive        
.        
It takes a long time for love to wither        
even longer          
when you deny it's dying        
six months living with a ghost        
.        
I'd turn my back and feel you near        
but you'd already left        
so I knew we were haunted by the ghost of love        
then I'd weep        
and throw the dying flowers out
Written by Heart_of_Stone (Rachela)
Published | Edited 10th Feb 2024
Author's Note
A deep edit of a previous poem
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