Poetry

Flowers

Flowers in wine bottles
Cheerful and brilliant
I bought them before
you came for dinner

We finished my wine
From the refrigerator in my old house

Our conversation was awkward
Connections not fitting

But our limbs fit togethor well
Giving each other comfort
We filled each other up

You canceled our next trist
Which saved me from canceling

The flowers are limp now
But a few still hold the memory
of their brief vitality

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