Forget-Me-Not
Blue petals of a forget-me-not
juxtaposed against a white headstone
weighing heavily upon my heart;
I play my violin all alone.
Looking out of place against marble,
a blue as vivid as crimson blood
rebuffs the paling pallor of death;
conveyed in the promise of its bud.
The icy hand of fear grips my heart
shrouded in a cerulean hue;
callused fingers caressing the strings,
that lament the love I felt for you.
Grief resonates within every note,
sending sad tears trickling down my cheeks;
evoking intimate memories,
granting my soul the comfort it seeks.
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