pink perianth

I'm a plucked pink perianth,
unfrequented and solitary,
lonely by the keyboard,
waiting to be typed 
into a death poem. 
when a shiver of light 
touches me it reminds 
of gold, the honey,
the things I used to crave,
but I guess fate resides 
in someone's hands.

©amtupu
©toosole