surviving the storm

funeral

I still carry the memories
Like petals in a vase

I hold them deeply
But they have no more use now

Just like our love
They got rotten
and started wilting away
Dying as I hold onto them

So I broke the vase
Stepping on all the petals
Ripping them apart
Piece by piece

Remorse set in.
now there I go again.
trying to pick up the pieces again
my hands have cuts now, from trying to fix it

Now I have no choice
but to burn them
making sure the ashes
are placed in a small container

As I make a funeral for them
my cat joins me
I'm putting apart the dirt and placing the box deep in the soil.
It's time to let go

It's time to grow apart.
It's time to understand that we would have never worked out
Was it the problems
Was it you
No
It was us.