Losing myself to the Lily

Ah! Finally the dying dusk took over,

I sat in comfort; a dusty book, my fingers held.

As I flipped the pages, picturing the words,

My eyes detected some ink missing.

Then, interrupted from daydreaming, I cursed…

A departed Lily laid inside;Taking a curious look,

The left page showed me an empty space.

The Lily has collected the alphabet reasonably, on itself

Its shaded and crippled petals seem to ask-

Do 

You.

Remember 

Me?

The heavy words, provoked my trove of spring,

Was it that high school lover, who adored my smile?

I assumed it was the first guy I met online.

Was it the loving florist, withered and old?

Or was it my dear passionate airy husband, forlorn?

Oh dear! I went too far…

My thoughts painted me into a glittering scar.

Blinking back to reality, I laughed in solitude.

If those memories were unborn visions,

Then what is there to worry about?

…And there began Chapter 9.