I put a flower in my pocket

I put a flower in my pocket
It may not have been the best
Place to keep it
Because it got crumpled and worn
And one time it went through
The washing machine


I put a flower in my pocket
I kept it there just for you
It was with me on the train
While I was waiting for you
At our meeting place
I think I lost some of the petals
But I’ll give it to you anyway

I put a flower in my pocket
So it was always close to me
It reminded me of you
Until one day you left me
And it was only after you left
That I found out that
You don’t even like flowers.

By: Juliana Chalifour

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