If There Was A Fire

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