His Flowers, My Garden

The flowers of the boy I once loved remain in my garden. MY garden. He's still here. Is this his way of getting back at me for treating him with nothing but respect? Will I grow to overcome the hardship of love, or will I fall even further into the void?

(This is a poetry book I will be working on in my spare time. The poems on each page will usually be fairly short, but some may be longer than others. Feel free to leave tips or ideas in the comments. Thank you for reading)