Dried Flowers

I hear you, it's true - 
I was the one who moved on.
But this isn't how I thought
It would feel.
And what was I supposed to do
When you can't seem to recognize me
Amidst the transformation 
I'm going through?
Last week you texted a photo
Of flowers hanging upside down
In a dark, dry closet
So their colour won't fade.
But you've cut me too - 
Into a bouquet of memories
Taken from gardens of the past,
And I don't know, but maybe
That's why I feel so 
Hung out to dry
When I thought I'd feel only
The cold of winter
Transforming me into
Something that blooms.