The flowers died on Monday
They lasted a long time ago
But something right beside them, lingers just like before
They shriveled up, just like our friendship
What was once before
The flowers died on Monday because life
Moved on, and so did we
Leaving memories to wither, like the petals on the tree
Yet, in the soil of what's past
A part of us remains, forever to last
In the garden of memories, our laughter used to bloom
But now, the silence is all that's left in the room
The echoes of our conversations, faded like the light
Leaving only shadows of what we once held tight
Time, the gardener, pruned our bond
Leaving scars, but also new beyond
For in the end, it's not the flowers that remain
But the roots of our connection, the love that still sustains