Pour me a drink,
let's talk about the flowers,
about the way they made you think
I was special.

Watch me empty the glass,
let's talk about the flowers,
about the way you found a petal in the grass
who'd been carried away by the wind.

Tell me what you cherish,
let's talk about the flowers,
about the way you healed them and made them flourish
even when you knew they were not meant for you.

You begged me to enter,
let's talk about the flowers,
about the way they left in winter
and came back in spring.

When I was leaving,
you told me how the flowers were too,
and asked me if they'd come back in spring
because if they weren't you'd eventually stop grieving.

-Eli

Please tell me what you think about it, your interpretations and ask me any questions. This is a very beautiful story I came up with and I'd love to explain it further if you want me to.