They are all the same

You left dead flowers at my grave,

as if they were all the same.

Most leave bouquets,

even though they will slowly die,

just like me til I made it to the afterlife.

But you brought dead ones,

did you buy them before I died in my last days?

just so you could watch the beauty wither away?

Or did you try to keep them alive in hopes it would bring me back to life?

Maybe you bought them as a time keeper for when I would be gone,

each petal falling,

as my breaths became exhausting,

I just hope you one day can move beyond me.