i remember
when you said
you'd always be there
to hold my hand
to some what comfort me

but

you left me
without a word
you left with cut up pictures
which once had you in them
smiling

but now you're a memory
i still tear petals from sunflowers
to determine whether you still love me

but when im alone at night
i think about how we used to be
and instead of tearing the petals from those pretty flowers
i tear myself part, wondering
why you left me.