A Flower For Her

it is not a fresh flower
cut from the garden of my love

it is a dried flower
inserted between the pages
of my book

it was the first flower she ever
gave me
when we escaped class
to walk hand in hand
on that nearby hill
filled with the memories
of our youth

i am giving it back to her now
that she is moving on
with her own life

same with me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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