In a moment I can hold
the truth of your fragility.
I measure this
always, only by petals,
As there are none I have
carried, more soft, more weightless
more colourful.
Should the day come
that you arrive as
something harder.
I will search my hands
for your unchosen parts.
As it is those, the ashamed,
the torn and unstudied.
That present truth to the entire.
