My flowers from you are dead, and so does this love. These flowers that I’ve tried so hard to keep them alive are dead, and so does this love. I’ve been caressing and watering them for 5 full moons, while you’re on the other side without me in your mind. Every sunrise, every each of the stars I asked, they said I was nowhere to be found. I was just… here.
The avoidance is killing the flowers. The busyness is destroying the flowers. Petals by petals. No matter how much I love them, you just had to kill them. It’s all right. I let them go. I let you go.