Himalayan Balsam, I held you in the palm of my hand
Your beauty was relentless
I paid a penance as I laid you to rest between my index and middle finger
Thoughts of you would linger.

Your absent scent reached the apex of my nail
Firmly embedded between the varnish and bedding.
You were beautifully invasive; I all plaintive.
Your vibrant colour echoed your parents beauty.

You grew apart from your parents, by seven metres; my lucky number.
I remember the effect your beauty had on my soul, it left me with a sense of hunger.
Whole and honest, untouched by decay.
I wished away the knowledge of your surmised evil.