Cold you have grown towards me,
I am now dull and withered.
In your box full of mementos, I reside,
With a loss of petals and only a thorn left of protection.
You stumble upon me every now and again,
I am left to wonder why I am spared,
And not thrown out with my fellow yard waste.
Moments I relive,
A smile on your face,
Your eyes that moment my fragrance consumed you.
Kept deep inside and yet buried away,
As you relive the mental photographs,
Of the time I was in full bloom and vibrant.