when the flowers die || l.s

epilogue

it's been months since he left

i can't live like this anymore

why did he have to go

why?

i stared blankly at

his f'lou'wer jar

the jar that was once filled with

brightly coloured flowers

alive and well

were dead now

like my heart

like the lively louis i used to be

he's gone now

and so is harry

my angel

gone

just like that

he took his last breath before my eyes

his last word was my nickname

he wasn't able to be my husband

it was too late

it was all too late

i laid down on his bed

reminiscing all the times we had

together

the first day i gave him a flower

daisy

our first kiss

hibiscus

our first 'i love you'

frangipani

the day he told me about his illness

aster

and the final day i ever saw his angelic face

rose

a tear streaked down my face

that was all i could muster

a single tear

i was tired of crying

life had no meaning anymore

after all,

the flowers have died

even the pretty ones,

especially the prettiest of them all.