Long ago it bloomed,
the colors of the sun.
No longer holding the glory
of what it once was.
Given to me
by my very first love,
as a sunflower in a vase
and his handwritten card.
As time moved on
so did we.
Our love wilted,
just as his gift for me.
The dried up flower
is still in its vase,
and the handwritten note
is in a secret place.
- Katie Klabbatz
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