Pétale meurtri

I tried to remember her, but memory blurred her into this.
A wreck of beauty, an ache that refused to resolve.

When I close my eyes, I can’t see her clearly anymore.
The harder I looked, the more it broke apart. Like a body dissolving into shadow.

She was still there, but already fading.
Her curves breaking into fragments, her light smothered under darkness.

This is what remains. Not her body, but the grief of it.
The ruin of her.

A ruin I keep because it’s all I have left.
A beauty too intense to survive memory.