Souvenir
White linen shirtshiny black vest
your pink petal flower
falls from where it was placed.
Nobody notices
except for me
I pick it up from your feet
where you stand on a small oriental rug.
Candles still burn
as whispers drift through the crowd
no one is ready to leave
The music once dynamic
now plays slow and softly.
©Jaydean Wszolek 2008