Dead Flowers Poem by Soufiane Fouzi

One day our loved ones will die
And their bodies will be buried under the dirt
Their memoires is all that which will ramain
And their smiles will only be flashes in our eyes
And their voices will only be echoes in our ears
And their touch will be nothing but a memory in our heads

I will keep your seat and worm and your cup full till you get back
I will water your dirt so that when springtime comes
The flowers on your dirt will blossom and smile to the sun

Don't worry I won't forget to visit every Friday night
So we could talk about my present and your past
And if I forget the water, my tears will nourish your flowers.