White Orchid

A simple pale beauty,
But complex up close,
Delicate to touch,
So easy to break.

I cared for you,
But you withered and died.
You're nothing now,
Just an empty space,
That I'll never replace.
And I'll never forget,
Because you'll bloom again.

Come summer or spring
I'll see you again,
And welcome you in.
To try once again,
The simplest of things.