flowers are nice, they are pretty
and colourful and many smell great
sure, some have thorns that may prick you
but that is a small price to pay
for bouquets that are practically dancing
dying though they are in my hands
truly, flowers are lovely
but I have never been a fan

because flowers are dumb, they are fragile
I can't keep them alive though I try
I provide water and proper nutrition
and yet always they wilt and they die
once plucked and made into an arrangement
their ephemeral beauty soon fades
truly, flowers are worthless
but they look really good by your grave

these flowers are dead, they are shrivelled
yet some of their colour remains
and the snow that has fallen upon them
is just barely obscuring your name
now your face is blurred in my memories
I can't recall how your voice used to sound
so instead I deliver you flowers
in hope that I can keep you around

because I never want to forget you
painful though remembrance can be
and you did always love picking flowers
though that never made much sense to me
but flowers are fine, they are greenery
they're just plants, neither good nor bad
but flowers remind me of your absence
and so flowers will always make me sad