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Sonnet (LT) (standard:poetry, 119 words) | |||
Author: Richard Todd | Added: Oct 13 2000 | Views/Reads: 3833/8 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
A poem about a love that never happened. | |||
I put the flowers you gave me when you came Into a glass when I gave back the vase That wasn't mine. It never was the same. The happy petals spoiled and fell because They had no roots. What might have been was spent On fussy care and wordy wear. And yet I kept them in the glass still when you went And drank their fading smiles with fond regret: I'm not to be the sunny sky to you, The silky soil that sifts between your toes; There's warmth, but little fire to see us through That dewey night that opens friendship's rose. But when cut flowers die, there's not much pain, What blossomed once may elsewhere bloom again. Tweet
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