My Flower

Where pinks and blues once
painted the scene, now
a set of greys have moved
in to silence the mood.

The evidence no longer exists,
unless science and meticulous
scrutiny set to work in this place.

When the flowers bloomed,
the life came back to this place
and the bloom in her cheeks was
the shade of soft sunflowers.

The evidence of her existence
lives in my mind alone;
her beauty will forever remain unchanged by time,
for I killed her in this place, and I buried
her many pieces in amongst the different flowers;

she will forever be my
many-flowered girl,
and I will cherish the love
we will always share.

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