Obsolete Love

Like a flower
Few days too old,
Sans any freshness
Or fragrance bold,
Withered, bruised,
And shameful to hold,
You threw me away
With a heart cold.
You picked up a bouquet with,
Scented flowers manifold,
A bigger ornament
In your heart to behold,
Forgetting our togetherness,
Of days not old.
I've nothing else to offer,
So, truth be told ...
I wish you'd crush me
Under your feet of gold,
So that I remain a fragrant
Reminder of your love untold.

-Gowrish