As They Lay.
I sat as they lay wilting.
5 sunflowers on a park bench.
The color of the stems took a pale brown, with tips of yellow nestled in the crippled remains of what once were vibrant petals,
And I imagined it must’ve been difficult.
To let go of something that once was so vivid and so special
And I imagined they were meant for someone
Someone so breathtaking and painful,
Who had enough courage
To let it wither away on a park bench
Waiting for the moment
For someone as captive to romance as I,
To find the pain all over again.