Brought roses home today. Keys didn't fit, as the
Light inside the home whimpered.
Biggest of the flowers are usually left forgotten.
Left to
Rot.
The smallest coffins are the heaviest;
Forever clutched to the souls of the relished.
Their was a coat for sale today. It didn't fit you so I bought it
And kept it by my bedside every night.
Your presence is slowly dimming
Like a fire that has reached the end of the orange.
The scent that is so not you
Clings to my very being.