In one non-accessed part
Of your room's closet
There lie some dried petals.
Neatly flattened and brown
Untouched for years,
Must be somewhere
Inside the second half
Of your old green diary
When some day while your
Wife cleans, she may open
The diary, exactly there
'Wow! You still have them'
I'd have ran tears in joy,
If that was me.
And if your 'she' ain't me
Then man, before you're dead
You need to clean your closet soon!
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