I don’t like the flowers
You left behind
They remind me of snow
Of the cold nights
We shared together
They smell like home.

I don’t like the flowers
You left behind
Because they remind me I’m alone
Even if I’m ruling
All the stars
I’m far away from home.

Come back to the flowers
You left behind
Or they’ll wither in the storm
Of my anguish
And the longing
Of you and our home.