Bouquet Of Regret
By Kira A. Moore
Around me,
Flowers bloom,
From hand,
To horizon,
An endless
Array of
Black
And white,
A life sized,
50s television.
Each petal,
A maybe,
A might have been,
If I could,
I gather them,
To my heart,
A bouquet,
Of regret.
Hugs!
Hugs