The Day The Roses Died

This poem envelops how I felt when I lost my best friend. We both found roses fascinating and gorgeous. We had a garden and we were always near it, we practically spent every moment we were together sitting by the red roses. Before I had met him I had wanted to die and never saw beauty in the world, he was diagnosed with cancer and he didn't see it either. But the more I was around him the more I realized how wonderful the little things are, as did he. Years later and after many treatments, he was starting to get sick and it was discovered that the cancer was spreading and there was nothing they could do. He passed away a month later, and to me I had lost all happiness and I lost interest in life in general. I now have learned to cope and I have realized that there is still beauty in life, and those things and those people that we cherish shouldn't be taken for granted, they should be cherished everyday because times goes by quick and they could be gone tomorrow.