A faded bouquet..

Tomorrow does not exist,

It’s today’s brocade.

Rich and beautiful,

A mural on my wall.

Reluctant to sleep,

Moments in fast forward.

Between you and I,

A homeless heart empties.

Dream weave connoisseur,

Please depart generously.

I received your feast,

Of empty crumbs.

There is no surprise,

Only sad recollection.

A faded bouquet,

Of wilted bloom.

copyright Es-tee Miller

“We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved”…