White flowers

I’ve always loved white flowers

small white flowers

of a white so pure

they reminisce of snow


I saw you in the purity

and the poetry

of white flowers

that reminded me of times of yore

I could no longer remember


Before dying

before leaving this world for me

you showed me your old drawing

where you were giving a white flower

to the boy you loved


And you gifted me a white rose

as a silent present, a promise

that you’d wait for me

on the shores of Cyg