Concrete Cracks

she was his flower
all shriveled and unique

every pattern of sweet smelling delight

pressed in between his love letters
that he was too afraid to give to her
in fear of what she might think

but darlin' she was his flower
deliactely placed
and fragile at heart

one fleeting moment was all that it took

maybe it was accidental
or on purpose

but when he let go
he let her fall
beneath the cracks in the concrete.
k.h