Dont cry. Hold your tears
Although you’ll never feel their fibre, sense their smell..
Hold close to your heart
the memories, they are gold.
Close by you they will walk
Unless the last petal on their stem was plucked by you
But no salt water would be shed if that were true- walk with them
All those times
Those good & bad times
Hold them close, and wait
Wait for the day
That you’ll meet again
For you will meet again, don’t rush
Don’t cry. Hold your tears
Close your eyes. They are near.