As the monotonous clock ticks-tocs on the wall,

I stop and stare at my window,

There it sits still and tall,

The final possession of my falling hero.

The round petals are soft and white,

The green stem is firm and strong,

My breath catches with a sudder as it hits the light,

But the grave in my mind reminds me I was in the wrong,

So many doors to secrets hide behind it's walls,

I continue to where a strapped jacket and ask if it was my fault,

Memories begin to call,

My mind begins to open like a vault,

She was strong like her orchid,

Full of strength and beauty,

But when I think everything is contorted,

I wasn't supposed to worry it was my duty,

I will never forgive myself for leaving her behind,

I thought she wasn't going to change,

But now I'm haunted in my mind,

I remain astrange,

I have nothing but a plant as a reminder of you,

and a clock that ticks past time,

I try to tell my past adieu,

I remain feeling like I did the crime,

to you.