Drabble #91 Flowers to Late

A bouquet of flowers were picked for you. I’ll hand them to you in time. And when I do I’ll say I love you. But as each morning pass I put them away. For my heart shatters with your passing. As long as I waited they wither to my tears. A fresh bouquets come to my grave as I follow you to tell you my love.

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