posy

between the pages

lying there

an accusation

crushed flat

a tight little blue posy

faded by the bleached paper

the book I was reading

back then

thrust into my hand

one Saturday morning early

with an apology

I behaved badly

I am sorry

& she was gone

running down the street

after my thank you

& smile

a man never forgets

the first flowers given

to him

though tainted

they may be

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