It’s as if you could still smell the azaleas last night,
memories cloud your sight.
Their scent lingers in your mind,
showing only what you’d hoped to find.

Even perfection ends in failure
Nothing can make up for this
Were we always so unsure?

Now the leaves are falling down,
with all those sorrows left to drown.
The flowers have dried up in your hand,
while time is running through you like sand.

Even perfection ends in failure
Something must make up for this
We weren’t always so unsure

All fading, past,
nothing left but the last.
You press your hand upon the table,
no words, no time, still unable.

But why sigh?
Perhaps tomorrow we will say goodbye
again.
©Eva Weggelaar

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