The Flower by Rebekah Draper

The flower in my chest is wilting.

It’s the one you gave me years ago.

I doubt you’d remember now, but

a part of me hopes you’d know.

You seem to drift along the river,

while I walk along the grapevine.

That’s how I learn about you now

and pretend we still share a lifeline.

I wonder when we changed,

when our pathways split in two.

I walk through life alone, but 

I thought I’d never live without you.