Never more

  I watched as you placed the flowers in that old mason jar and sat them on the fireplace mantle.

  Still full in bloom and color, they held thier heads high as long as they could.

  But they, like I, came to realize, the hand that placed them there would never return.

  As they hung thier heads over the edge in sadness the water slowly disappeared leaving behind tell tell traces it was there.

  The colors remain, as bright today as those many months ago, though the hope has faded to grey.

   And so I shed tears as I come to know the hand that once held those stems will hold mine again, never more.