Herbarium of past lovers

will you press me like a flower? keep me
hidden within your holy scripture:
a complete collection of Shakespeare’s work.
caught between the thumb worn pages of A Midsummer Night’s Dream
while the Fairies declare: And I!           for I was never a part
of your colour-coded life plan, will never understand
why you would push me away and still keep every single petal
I gave to you in confidence. 
I remember watching you confer with stars,
spilling every secret you never dared to share with me,
and before I knew it I was one of them – your secret,
my washed out image tucked between the pages
of your life history.