Part of her dream was illusion

that everything would be okay between them and that feelings would remain the same; impossible to change

Never fleeting

And when he left the world that they created together

She stayed

In that world were a million little dandelions

She once saw them as pieces of hope and found joyous satisfaction in blowing each tiny seed off of it’s stem

But he only saw them as weeds and would carelessly step on them now she no longer hopes

She has none; she wishes and wishes

Wasting her breath on each and every seed

Wasting her heart, but yet it still beats

and from his sudden departure it still bleeds

She ignores all else and keeps wishing till the last

Of course a million more she would wish for and ask

Just to wish for him back