I Held It

I held it in my hands,
But it fell when she found me,
And it broke when I loved her.

I tried to collect the pieces,
But it crumbled in her shadow,
And its dust blew when she spoke.

I felt no loss in its void,
But warmth in its absence,
And joy as its memory faded.

I thought it gone forever,
But it returned the day she died,
And it bloomed a righteous flower.

I brought it in close to my chest,
But it withered in my palms,
And where she had touched me…

…it died.