He kept the long ago wrapped in the softest tissue paper
Now his hands gingerly opened the faded velvet fold
A fragile petal corpse, shriveled inside her snowy coffin
Her veiny amethyst colour truly once was azure bold
A salty tear will not wake the sleeping beauty in his palm
No bigger than his thumbnail yet bigger than his world
She was charming once, dancing in the wild summer verge
Picked from love but now she lies her brittle leaves are curled
“It’s a forget me not” she laughed, kaleidoscope eyes darting to his
“It’s so you don’t forget me” and she smiled and placed it in his hand
Echoes of sepia June laughter washed over the tiny flower
As she basked in their romance and the warmth of soft summer tans
But the evenings drew in and the mountain breeze parted them
With promises of calls and love letters that never came
That tiny blue flower, if she spoke would whisper
Forget-me-not because I do still feel the same