Flowers rot in my vase. I sit alone in an old abandoned house remembering the days that you existed. The memories we had.The laughs we shared. I am old and dieing. The flowers you gave me on the day of our wedding sat in a vase and I stared at them for ever. I stared at them even after you died. The pedals that were once white and beautiful and healthy are dead and brown and falling apart. But I'll fall apart with them, those flowers. I'll die not in a hospital bed but in our house holding those flowers to my heart. The flowers you gave me on the day of our wedding.