Fade

Fade

Beauty fades.
Colors fade,
like the colors in your sweater
that bled in every wash,
but still left your scent
lingering in every fold.
I thought I'd found my better half,
turns out I was never broken.
You tried too hard to make me perfect,
and I'll never be perfect.
So now I'll let these flowers spill
onto the grave of our lost love.
The petals scatter in the wind,
like the fragments of poetry I tore into pieces.
But your picture
still brings me to tears,
even after all these years.