In just a few short lines, ahlyssa compares trust to a flower. The idea is simple: trust isn't fixed or guaranteed. Like a flower, it can grow into something beautiful if it's looked after, or it can wilt and disappear.
The speaker seems thoughtful and a little wary. Trust is treated as something precious, but also delicate, and the poem doesn't say which way things will go. The word "weep" is the most striking choice. Flowers don't usually weep, so it gives the dying plant a human sadness, as if losing trust hurts like a personal loss. Then "non-existent" lands bluntly, suggesting that broken trust doesn't just fade a little but vanishes completely.
The mood is quiet, tender, and slightly sorrowful. The short lines and spare wording leave plenty of space around each idea, which makes the poem feel gentle but also uncertain, like a hope held with a bit of worry.