And I still remember
the last time you sent me flowers.
I stayed up all night
drying them
and hanging each of them
by my window.
I remember waiting for a week until they all dried out beautifully.
I cut them one by one
and placed them in a mason jar where I could store them forever.
And when you were gone,
I remember how I wasted my time
keeping a memory of you in a jar,
and every time I see flowers now,
I still waste my time remembering you.