Wilting Flowers
Graduation came around
the day You were found
on the ground.
I felt like I was flying
but then I saw You were crying,
dying.
There was something about the way
I could not find the words to say
goodbye
but I knew I had to try.
I came to encounter
a vase full of roses on the counter.
Wilting,
tilting
towards the floor.
I wish I could have done more,
but my heart still remains sore
over the wilting flowers, You left me on graduation day.
This poem is about:
My family