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CELEBRATING CREATIVE EXPRESSION AT BAYLOR SINCE 1966

Periaktoi Writing Post

Volume 51
Issue 1

Single Visual Art Post

  • Poetry
Withering love
Whitley Smith
 
Withering Love
 
 

Does he love me ?

Does he love me not ?

Do I even like him ?

The twin torment of love.

It is not love or is it?

The petals from the flower fall to the ground while my dreams change.

Dreams of togetherness of rounded love.

Dreams of growing old, dinners around round tables,

and laughter that aged like cut roses.

Memories that I must forget,

dreams that must wither away.

Love that seemed to be as timeless as plastic petals.

Other love will not compare,

Growing short of what once was there.

I stare at the bouquet's darkened petals falling.