At a Loss; This is Dedicated To Someone I Used to Know

As I sat on the shore
the sun in my face,
the wind blowing a breeze about my hair
I held it in my hand.
It smelled sweet,
and pure.
It's colors a vibrant hue of anything you ever thought was majestic.
It's petals frayed but smooth like fresh long grass that's been untouched by foreign objects.
I held it, I breathed it.
I loved it..
And then a gust of wind blew it away,
far, out of my hand and out of reach.
To be swallowed by the ocean,
and to be fought over by the waves.
They crash and turn and fold over with lust.
I had a beautiful flower once, but I lost it.

Inspired

So, I've decided that I'm going to write a book. Thanks for the push.