Entry #50: Memories (Poem)

The flowers have been plucked.

I’ve hidden them away within my dress.

I keep them close to my heart.

I fear they’ll blow away with the wind.

Each flower holds deep within it a memory.

Memories of you and us.

Memories that will stay with me.

I cannot hold them forever.

I know I’ll have to put them away soon.

Their thorns are beginning to hurt my fingers.

I have to let them go and return them to the wind.

- Quiet-Emerald