I’m going to step outside today
with a pair of secateurs
and snip at the stem some flowers for your vases
it’s Spring again and there’s so much new life to collect for decoration
it’s September again but it’s not the date that makes me recollect how much time has past
it’s walking passed a bookshop to see your favourite author has released another novel
just another you’ll never read
for some reason, amongst all the other injustices of being made to leave too soon
that sometimes seems to be the cruellest blow
it’s just these simple pleasures that I now know
you’ll never get to experience again
and I can’t read them for you
they’re not really to my taste
that’s why it seems such a heartbreaking waste
that they just sit on the bookstore shelf
because I still just don’t understand why you didn’t get to read them for yourself
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