Your gifts

Your memories are scattered all over the room today,

How can I fit so many memories into my fragile mind?

The rose you gave me has dried up,

But the fragrance of those moments is still wafting in this rose.

The greeting card that you made for me yourself,

It's a little torn, but I can still hear your heartbeat in it.

I also have a blue shirt of yours,

Its color has faded but it still gives the feeling of being with you.

The things are few,

But the memories associated with them are countless.

And yes, there is a small photo of you too,

That still reflects your innocence.