Flowers hang on my window looking like you.
They once were bright and full of light.
Now they are slowly drifting away.
I tried to save them, but the pain they were delt was more than I was willing to bare.
This hurts you just as much as it hurts me.
I tried to push through, but what was the point of baring the fruit.
I looked for answers, but each day another part of the flower would slip away.
Then one day it was nothing left for me to do.
I held on hoping that one day they might come back to me.
I did all I could, but still it was not enough.
Then I realize that I was trying to hold onto you.
The you I once knew.
The you I love and loved me.
I had to let you go, but I cannot.
That is why I still look at window and I see the flowers you gave. I might just have to take them to the grave.