You opened
Like a flower
Rising from the snow
You alone
Stood there exposed
You opened yourself
Bloomed before my eyes
Most people would have plucked you
From your place
To steel such presious moments
In a selfish attempt to keep them
But I knew
If I picked you from your place
You would wilt before your time
So I took this moment
This prustine
And utterly beautiful
Moment
And I picked the memory
And left the flower
~brokenglasseye
