You were a saturated colour against an endless field of grey.
Florescent beauty;
You wore your smile like a crown of roses.
For months I watched you try to find water in a *** of dirt.
You just blossomed so quickly that I could not feed you fast enough.
I’m sorry if that made you weak, or made you wilt.
I’m sorry if it made you feel like you weren’t my evergreen.
You were my evermore,
my everlasting,
my everything.