A pressed flower

Faded like a pressed flower in a book
Once as vital as a flying hawk
I see your image wherever I dare look

The wallpaper has faces,kind,astute
Yet they cannot see, they cannot talk
Faded like a pressed flower in a book

Your mind was wide and yet your thouht acute
On Sunday afternoons we liked to walk
I see your image wherever I dare look

We liked to share our thoughts without dispute
Though nearby was the gap that ever yawned
You faded like a dying flower ,I knew

I got the China cups and made a cake
The anniversary was too far, it had no dawn
I see your image wherever I dare look

After navigating all the storms
You entered into willing, smiling calm
Faded like a pressed flower in a book
I see your image wherever I dare look

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