JUST LIKE THE TOUCH OF THE FLOWER

When I touch the bloom in their youth

I think of our time together

The tenderness of your warmth

The softness of your touch

I ask a myriad of questions

Where did things go wrong?

When did it all cave in?

Why did it go sour?

Where are the vows to be forever?

Filling each other with the fragrance

Of a misty night

As I sit by the bloom this season

I reminisce over us together

Just like the touch

Of a blooming rose