Undone

Undone

I can hardly bring myself to bin them
Now, as they bow their last,
Bent-backed, loosening dry petals,
Colour receding - my colour.
And each time you gave it to me
I was glad to be it.

What will you remember? these four walls
The sentries to our secrets,
Tongue-tied compliments,
My diminishing fear.
And when I curl up, you are all around me
You are (still) within me.