Petals Like Butterflies

Somewhere lost, in the vast space

Of the memories long gone,

There wait for us

The flowers I picked for you.

Arranged by time, impatient time,

Ignorant of our dreams,

Inclement and imprudent.

While the flowers age.

Their colors now, resemble

Metal and wood, surrounded

By dust. They sit in

Nostalgic urns.

I wonder if they still know

Our names, or our faces.

Do flowers remember, those

Who can’t find their way back?

Flowers with petals like butterflies,

Flowers, I once picked for you.