Sunny side of spring, when I met him for the first time.

Under the blue sky, we talked about our dreams, and when he handed me the flowers, I smiled.

New years arrived, yet we stayed, embracing the change.

Forever is a silly concept, yet we believed, when we moved miles.

Love. Does it wait? Or does it die, just like the time that slipped away from our fingers?

Once he made a promise; “till we meet again”.

Words of promises, did he mean to keep it?

Embrace the change, I whisper, as I place the flowers on his grave.

Read each letter of each line; and you’ll know which flower he got me every time

Written by P H H L