I brought you flowers today.
Amaranth blossoms, you always said you loved them.
So much time has passed, I have children now.
I wish you could watch us grow.

It’s raining. I can hardly see the sun.
The rain just hasn’t seemed to stop, not since you.
To think that time would be so cruel.
I don’t think the skies will clear anytime soon.

Now that I think of it, it rained on my birthday too.
I think started when the mail was delivered,
without a letter from you.
I suppose thats one less thing to look forward to in life.

I never pretended that our time together wouldn’t end.
But the way you always carried the dawn on your shoulders,
the world feels so cold and grey without it.
It hurts to know you are gone forever.
Withered away like those filthy flowers of yours.