We were a vase of faltering flax flowers, faded navy petals begging for life. I crept into your room trying to reach you. Hoping that we could pretend that everything was alright. I was foolish for keeping the lights off because I approached your bed blindly, shattering our vase. And the flax flowers that once bloomed beautifully whose sweet scent always made you smile, now surround scattered fragments of our fractured flower pot. Fragments that are too damaged to be pieced back together. I anticipated your anger because I’ve screwed up before. But when nothing was said, that’s when I realized you were already gone.
We were a vase of faltering flax flowers,
faded navy petals begging for life.