i blew a rose from its sour petals
and felt the fold of its velvet lips,
encircling close around my sight,
smother me with its endless kiss
i felt it go when my hands held on
and muttered wishes against my goodbyes
it slipped like maps from parapets
and fluttered down to the ground from high
i keep the rain in mason jars
and tap its sides on arid days,
counting droplets down its walls in
my wish that all the passed would stay.
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