Love, too, has become currency
Displayed in dazzling arrays
Placed neatly on the shelves
Labeled with a million dollar price
Inflation
People barely afford this luxury
Some buy cheap imitations
Some settle for the low grade
Some simply stop buying altogether
Saying it's too sour
Too hard
Perhaps tasteless
Resigned
I can't help but recall
When a tiny flower could buy an entire, beating heart
So real, emotional
As I steeped in nostalgia