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He breathes in the scent of life.
I am transfixed by his affection for the mere flower.
He seems lost from us as he holds it tightly.
This is a side of him I do not see often.
He is usually so occupied and never takes a moment.
But, later he wishes he hadn't.
He keeps blaming himself for the loss of life.
I keep reminding him it wasn't his fault.
It falls on deaf ears.
The flower is discarded, for what it cost him.
But for a moment I envied that flower.
To be held so tight.
To be worshiped so.
Now, it remains alone and abandoned.
How it mirrors my own life.
Alone and forgotten.