Can I leave something? Would I
like to hang in a museum, with name
and lifetime or anonymous

as Woman With Blossom Branches
better known as The Covered Flower -
a lasting proof of my existence
living on as an iconic person?

You thought I was beautiful, you had to
take a photo, for that moment
itself (I can't show myself like that)

Even if you look at me
without me being there
the question is who or what
I am for you then

Am I beautiful in another way
now, am I more fragrant
with almost flaccid ripeness?

Or do you not dare to take
a good look, afraid of me-
lancholy, pity and regrets
of the missed chances?