Flower withering,
No turning back.
I keep pouring water,
No turning back.

There was a pistil,
Once pollinating.
Last pistil hanging,
Final count.

I just kept watching,
Crying.
Nothing else to do,
Hands cupping.

Sepal holding,
One last pedal.
Speak to flower,
I kept watching.
I kept watching.

Petal fell,
Pistil fell.
Tears fell.
Hands cupping.

What is this feeling?
Many pistils,
Many petals.
In my mind only.

We always watched flowers,
Flowers wait for no one.