I wish I was a flower
you picked up on your way.
Or at least if just a stone
You stumbled on as you hurried.
If only I could witness
The rising sun of June.
But all that was left in my time was
evening shadows that loomed.
I prayed to own forever
Your love and adoration.
But By the time my turn came up
I found a heart so deeply battered.
I envy the paths you crossed
For they saw you in varying colours.
But I was meant to be The destination
Where you reached at the peak of erosion.