He surprises her with flowers.

A pot of her favorites,

Lilies-  

An apology when the distance grows to be too much-

Already budding,

Blooming like a pink and purple sunset.

She loves them, she really does,

(Like she loves him).

But it’s another thing to take care of,

Another thing to water,

To nurture,

And to grow,

(Like him).

She tries, she really does,

(They both do)

But the petals keep falling.

Falling.

 

Edited By Renee Luna

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