If there was a fire
Flames higher than the sky
Licking at the clouds
Threatening to rival the sun herself
And my building was burning
Wood creaking and crumbling
Windows shattering
Alarms blaring
And I could only take one thing
One precious item before I run
One object with sentimental value
An item I could not even dare to live without
I would take the dead flower on my shelf
The purple one
One touch and it’ll shatter to pieces just like glass
The stem no longer green but an ugly brown
Because you gave it to me
So as I stand out on the cold pavement
I’ll hold that dead flower close
Even if we’re apart
No longer speaking
That dead flower reminds me of you