White orchids rest upon my desk,
cleared for your arrival,
"Purity, innocence,"
"The honest yearning of my soul,"
"Refined, elegant,
fragile, reverent."
I sought only memory,
As time passes like the wind.
I chose these flowers for you,
and bore them as,
Another silent burden
I never let you see.
I sought only warmth,
A platonic rest for this faithful heart,
Whose ashes drift.
Now I watch the white orchids,
Withering, forgotten.
In this room I lie forever,
My heart forgotten.
