“Let It Wither”

Let it die with the dignity it deserves 

be it the roses or promises, let it wither

 kalopsia gently mould within fingers 

 Dazzling lids on moonstruck haze 

 Sudden callous nails, slashing fate

 shattering Nepenthe, was it that tender? 

tender grains of love sliding, 

a mystique sign of death, silence! 

A nod from above- child, let it go..

I move above the pain, of my old flame 

I let it die and bury, showering sheer dignity..

has it withered? (Maybe, I’ll never know)