The violets had been bought for the green-eyed lady.
However, I had arrived beyond late…
Within moments, she reigned upon my mind…
And, later, she had gone.
Trickling down…
Such as forgotten words to her favorite song.
Soon I began to misplace her solemn heirlooms.
After,
stories and tales the green-eyed lady had gifted me.
Then ashes turned to ashes.
Dust to dust.
And,
in finality…
Nothing had been worth remembering.
Stone turned to rust.