on my way to the flower shop- poem

‘i remembered you like golden daffodils and black coffee with a shot of orange juice,
and that you carefully gave me instructions on
how exactly to hug you and cup your cheek,
you probably thought i’ll forget but it’s the one thing i’ll always know.

To Be Beautiful- poem

Sometimes, things are only beautiful
Because of the knowledge that they might one day
Be no more.
That they will escape your grasp,
So to make the holding on with as much
Passion as you can muster up in that little heart of yours.