The Last Orchid

The last orchid bloom clings on to its stem -

a teardrop waiting to fall from your eye;

bare stalks protrude from the vase like bleached ribs.

If only love would die so carelessly,

far from your smile, your scent, your gentle voice.

But love's a life sentence - a heart disease

that maintains its victims on life support

to dog their days and haunt their nights for sport.