On the side that faces the sun, a few unusual flowers bloomed.
Some were intoxicatingly red, others purely white.
You walked lightly along the road, but couldn't see what lay ahead.
The flowers guided you with their fragrance,
sometimes heady, sometimes lingering,
sometimes throwing your heart into confusion.
Where your fingers touched them, thorns pricked their stems.
You cried, and they grieved with you.
You were so careful, afraid to touch the petals again.
That flower shed its flamboyance for you,
all its heart set on staying by your side.
You kissed its wounds and held it in your hands.
The sunlight fell upon you,
and you said its warmth felt just like the flower.
You smiled at each other,
imagining what tomorrow would look like.
But one morning, you woke up
and there was no fragrance. It was gone.
You looked around in a panic.
You sat foolishly on the ground.
You hoped that someday it would come back to your side.
The sun hung in the sky as always,
but you could no longer feel its warmth.
You watched people come and go along the road,
while you sat all alone.
You said you would wait for it, forever.
Passersby shook their heads, looking at you as if you were mad.
You raised your eyes to the sun.
Your stinging eyes kept streaming with tears,
but you didn't move, so stubbornly still,
as if the thing you were looking at
were the flower itself.
