Sorry for the late response

Think not of the wilted flowers in my arms
they were once so fresh and red
but then I got caught up in living
Delivering them wasn’t a priority, for a while.

Think not of the dried tears on my face
they were wet and salty when the news came
but then I got caught up in living
Wiping them wasn’t a priority, for a while.

Think not of the dulled passion in my eyes
They were once bright with lust, some love
but then I got caught up living
Your warmth a distant memory, for a while

Think not of the date of this letter
that it has taken years to get to you
I just got caught up living
Sending it was not a priority, untill now.

red withering rose at daytime
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