The Flowers You Gave Me

The Flowers You Gave Me The petals fell, soft as breath, Colors dimmed in evening’s death. Their fragrance lingers, haunting still, A ghostly whisper, quiet will. Once they sang of springtime’s air, Now they sit in frost's despair. The flowers you gave, fading fast, Echo a love that couldn’t last. Yet in their wilt, a story remains, Of joy entwined with heartache’s chains. In shadows where sweet memories bloom, A tapestry woven from love and gloom. Among the silence, the heart learns to ache, Each withered stem a fragile mistake. But even as time’s current flows, In the garden of loss, new beauty grows.