photo by Ben Rosett
We don’t talk anymore.
I still see you smiling while looking to me.
You are not the little boy
and I am not the flower girl anymore.
We walked the line throughout our life together.
The path was not always studded with flowers,
but we made it till here.
Here is the place where I am now,
but you…
We don’t talk anymore.
There is nothing left to say without the loved one.
You are gone and I am sitting here, waiting.
The flowers in my hand slowly falling to the ground, I don’t remember who gave them to me.
You were my man, my friend, lover, family.
I was your flower girl since the day one.
You were my man till the end.
No more flowers, only sad hope that I see you soon enough.
This post was written for TLT challenge.
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I love the story you have weaved between this boy and girl, and the longing to be together again. Hauntingly lovely.
thank you very much 😊 I am glad you liked it 👍
It is fantastic! I Tweeted a link — if you’re on Twitter, look me up 😉 Congrats on a wonderful piece!
thanks, I will look it up for sure 😊
Great 🙂 If you add your Twitter account to your blog sharing, it’ll add your Twitter handle to any shares people choose to send to their followers 🙂 Glad you joined us this week 🙂