A memory suppressed, forgotten.
Your scent lingers and yet, it's unfamiliar. A stranger among the pious and broken.
Promised tomorrows not-soon revealed, 'forever' forever impossible.
Your eyes, windows to the soul least remembered. But when gone, least-of-all forgotten. Strange that one should hold so dear the things once so easily not seen.
Flittering, translucent, fragile.
Each petal unique. Each sepal unequaled in time.