I let my petals soak in the solitude of silence.
My skinny frame allows me to sway in the breeze. My skinny frame takes me back to the days where loneliness was merely stored in the roots of my body.
Me and him.
Him and me.
These words have so much meaning when he is in the sentence. He had a slender build, almost too perfect for my taste, and when the sun reflected off of his petals beautiful streaks of color radiated onto me. The passing clouds above my floral white dress takes me back to the sticky summer days when he would dance with me to the rhythm of the wind. The only ropes holding us tethered to the ground were the only ropes that flowers relied on.
Me and him.
Him and me.
It was when the blades of grass were speckled with gold that his leaves started to brush against my own. A longing overcame lost hope. As if by chance the breeze intertwined his stem with mine. Time was frozen. My love was officially chosen.
Me and him.
Him and me.
It was the day the sun didn't shine that his chiseled petals started to whither. The smell of death was imminent, but I was too stubborn to let him crumble. If I had a heart to break it would be crushed in-between my petals and bitterly sprinkled onto the dirt floor. My partner was slowly taking a turn for the worst, and all I could do was give him one final dance under the hazy dome of clouds over our heads.
With each gust of wind we would sway back and forth to the tune of our memories. It occurred to me that by the time our ballad was over I would be a lone flower in a field of weeds.
Me and him.
Me.
A life without love cannot possibly be lived. I continue to learn this as I rock back and forth to the melody of the breeze. It is the only action that keeps me from withering away myself.
In a field filled with endless possibilities, one can only hope that the days continue to turn into nights,
that memories will cease to fade away,
that there is a purpose inscribed for us all.
There is a lone Lily hiding inside you, deep down in the roots of your body. Just hold onto the hope that she forgets to come out and dance.
