Tomorrow and Never

I remember that Bouquet
With faded white Lilies
Those soft pink Roses
That slowly decayed
From a time
of their own
A keepsake
A token of love
But that Bouquet
Falling apart beneath fingertips
held in her arms
would soon fall to disarray
That Bouquet
The beginning of the end

~child’s eyes: The beginning and end of their love~

A. Jade