Lilly

There is only one flower left...
Just one...

It is white for now. Not yet fully bloomed, waiting.
Never will it be red.
Now black.
Dry.
Dead.
Crumbled.

Because you left that beautiful flower, that beautiful rose.
You never saw her bleed.
Never loved her, not once.
You never kissed her, or held her.
You didn't warn her, or bid her farewell.

I'd say it is uncaring, but I know I'd do the same...
I tried my hardest...
I will always understand, know what it feels like to be like you...

You don't believe me, but I know.

Please, please stay.