Forgotten flowers stand
wilted in the windowsill.
Alone.
Except for the gnats
endlessly circling around
Drooping brown pedals.
Yellowing stems sit
In algae infested water.
As sunlight glares off the crystal
glass vase.
Life snipped from
its roots only to
Decay before its time.
Brilliant pedals
crumbled to dust
Only a carcass of what
could have been.
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