Image Description: a fading potted plant against a painted red background
Didn’t take a
good shot of you when I saw you on Thursday.
Met you in Sainsbury’s,
Enchanted by your beauty,
I kept saying “you are so beautiful”,
my heart trembled,
I kept saying
“you are so beautiful”.
I held you tightly in my chest when going home,
Fierce wind, howling, it was frightening.
I was carrying a lot of groceries,
I was clumsy as always, but
I chose to walk a longer road, a less windy path,
I used my jacket to protect you,
in hopes of preserving your beauty.
A day later, you started to fade.
I guess the wind killed you.
My care failed to protect you.
Today you look so gloomy.
Slowly you will be leaving
leaving on a jet plane
I capture your slow death,
maybe the face you hate people to see.
I am sorry,
there’s nothing I can do better,
in memory of you.
You will always remain in my heart,
be my baby.
I had once protected you against the fiercest wind you had in your life,
that I brought to you.
I am sorry.
As long as you could,
Image Credit: Rachel MacNaghten via The Oxford Student Creative Team