stopped coming, she still insisted
she was
an actress.
a star. tomorrow, tomorrow
she'd whisper.
i caught her
on the downside
of it all.
fading,
the petals falling to the floor,
the stem
broken.
a waitress
at the diner,
but she still put on a good
show.
despite just me she
performed for.
i know how you like your
eggs, she'd say
with a sexy smile,
you like them like you
like your women,
over easy.
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