The flowers in their bloom
As the birds so happily sing
The beauty carried in the wind
Yet I don't feel a thing.
A part of me is missing
The hole you left behind
whispers in the garden
Do nothing but remind.
Your time with me is over
And I prepare to let you go
Yet somehow I freeze
Caught up in my own snow
The ghost of winter feels me
And welcomes me home still
Held up in old stories
As I make myself ill
Oh wretched flowers blooming
You do little, but decay
Your beauty slowly fading
Yet for my torment you stay
The bird's sad song will wake me
As I leave my pain to melt
I see the seeds you planted
Before your end was dealt
They grow in soil so lonesome
In pots beyond repair
Once over filled with colors
When you were here to care.
My winter is still calling
As I wait for it to leave
spring will one day find me
When I finally learn to grieve.
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