Soon
I'll miss your vibrant colors
And your delicate beauty,
The warmth of your touch
As it caresses my skin.
I try to hold on.
I don't want to let you go.
But I know this won't last,
It never does.
When you're gone
All I'll be left with is the longing
For your touch,
Your smell,
Your beauty…
And the promise that one day soon,
The flowers will bloom again.
Poem by Stephanie Pehar
