A Love that Never Grew

He was the most human,

Most patient, and giving

Man I had ever known.

Gave me cut flowers

Happy and colorful

That were only in half bloom.

 And we ended too soon.

Here stand the carnations

All in their glory, a symbol 

Of the Gods.

Why then was God so cruel

To him and dealt the brutish hand.

The greatest take away I have

Is his tender touch on my arm.

I now have a pot of Forget Me Nots on

My kitchen window sill.

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