I feel the plant we bought together
withering away to nothing
but a memory.
Like the remnants of who we are
together are drifting down
time's fast-moving stream.
Maybe it isn't too late
to gather what remains remain.
Maybe I should accept
they are lost to me.
I will not forget the ashes of us
until they are gone from my sight,
maybe someday,
but not tonight.
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