In Chaos there is Cosmos

Wishing for Flowers

I wished my love was like flowers
In spring ‘twas all gay,
but come winter, it all wilted
How much do dead leaves weigh?

Should have wished they were painted
On white, they would forever lie
But, they are memories of you
They fade but refuse to die

I keep climbing a pyramid of grief
At acceptance, I still slip
Angry no longer, bargaining no more
Only depression gives me grip

Trying to cut these years short
Wish, I have more time with you
Not speak words that turn you red
Forget the ones that turn me blue

Art: Flowers Still Life - Rachel Ruysch (160?)