a letter I will not deliver

Today I went to buy flowers at that lovely place where they make incredible bouquets, expensive yes, but fanstastic, I loved them too. Remember? I used to get them for you when we were celebrating and you loved them, loved me and smiled a lot. I didn't buy them for you today, but the memory always falls on the happiness I felt seeing you smile at those flowers. Your ash blond hair that was lost among the sunflowers, everything was balanced. I wish I could give you another bouquet, to see you lose yourself in the midst of the colours and scents that so enlightened you. To be near you for a moment longer and feel the sweetness of that moment, of your gaze. How sweet you were, only my heart knows, now it weeps for you and I follow it, tired, listless and suffering, today I seek warmth in the rays and rhythm in the rain, I perish.