I would like to remember you as sunflower.
The happy moments, once we were.
I want to remember your smile.
That smile, forever.
Nothing can make me change,
the point of view from my perspective.
Won’t paint you as the bad figurine,
because I know you aren’t one.
You’ll always be the person,
I’m glad to meet.
But I’m not the want that you need,
not the one that you want to keep,
And so I’ll leave.
And I’ll take the dried petals with me.
That once belong to us,
that once made me happy.
A part of you,
I’ll carry for eternity.
—n.y