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.