Learning of your passing
I sit down and ask him
“Death?”
“Why are you bringing me flowers”
“For the day becomes the moon
So the dead they always bloom
When spring becomes the cold
Love will always grow old
You can keep a flower
Sure
But understand
The seed is much like man
It needs love and affection
Light and attention
One day you will understand
Seeds will grow old
Maybe even get sick
Maybe become trampled
Or randomly picked
I don’t give you this by
Accident
But as a reminder of the loss
Flowers are the ones
We hold dear to our hearts
So take a chance to smell them
That’s all I have to say“
Death wrote me a poem
Today
And inscribed on the top
I seen your name
As devastating as that may be
I loved the flowers
Death left me!
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