Flowers In The Winter Poem by hannah hatfield

what you became doesn't change who you were
I still think of you as everything I could hope to be,
as you faded I grew clearer,
but i'd distort to have you back.
Your memory isn't tainted too me,
but your reality was.

I got you a flower, but its dying already.
It was its destiny to wilt away
but that doesn't make it any less beautiful too watch,
you can put it in a vase or add it too a bunch,
but it would still die.
It would die alongside others of its kind.