The flowers you gave me are dead.
Their petals have wilted and fallen down to the Earth.
I haven't the strength to water them anymore.
My unblinking gaze has been transfixed upon their decay.
The colour has faded away, lost in a river of time.
Once so vibrant, and abundant.
Now so few, and even humble in such a neglected state.
I take care not to even let a whisper escape my lips.
Lest they be taken by the wind if I do.
My mind drifts to far away fantasies of flowers blooming again.
Blossoming in my hands, under eyes filled with wonder.
Thriving, under eyes filled with new found warmth.
But even those hopeful thoughts wilt and die now.
For the colour has faded away, lost in a river of time.
- Quiet-Emerald