They seemed so perfectly felt
I held them tight like a fistful of anemones
Just cut and glowing, glowing
They seemed so admirable
But as I began to offer them to you
They faded before your grief
Wilted before the blank stare of loss
Struck dumb I tossed them to the wind
That froze your eyes
I crept away
Forgive me
Mere words were all I had
And you were beyond touch
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