Regret

The rosy bloom
turned its face to me
like the sun
Reaching
Soft petals caressing
as I hurried past

Days turned cold
pink faded to white
petals wilted
Brown
gently dropping
Rushing, I didn’t notice

As the flower died
I recalled the rosy hue
The petal’s soft embrace

Too late.

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