To the Flower that Never Bloomed


I always think of you

That little seed, that never bloomed.

People try to relate

Wonder what it would be like

To sit there and say goodbye

To someone they never met

But loved unconditionally

 

 

Years have passed

But the history of you resonates

Every morning

Wondering what it would be like

If things were different

If he’d still be there

Or if he would have ran

Afraid of the power you hold

 

 But you will someday blossom

My flower

And you will make him happy

Because I know I was

when I had you in my vase

 

s.

Advertisements