there stood his beloved. there she once stood.
but drifted far away, far far away.

distant alone cold. distant without a hold. a farewell in letter, still left to send her. beautiful but sad. beautiful for it happened, and beautiful in the wonder ahead.
a quiet night as raindrops place, for which they grace and forever chase.

but past the eve left much to leave, for drops upon her sleeve. a parting gift of moment kiss, knowing only there to miss.
a pocket of joy, a painter of fun, shining brightly like the sun.
a wink here, a giggle there, and a laugh that brought up the air.

but simply reminiscing, and there she went missing- her broken pretty heart.
that night to the stars, they stood together.
what had felt would last forever, a heart was given but left, riven-

as petals fall to the street. there alone, left on her own, for only whispers left for her to meet.
segments by segments of seeds dispersing. of the earth profound her. from land to sea, the skies breeze, to all that can possibly be.

if only a wonder, of what to become her, to fly and fly free.
an elegant grace, echoes embrace, as kiss of touch reflection. shatter. slip{ of dance. bouquet’s chance… silence. to applause crescendo.

he left to a piece they shared, broken as hands unpaired.
rain fell, where they stood.
against her cheeks and made them laugh.

he stood, leaving flowers.
something beautiful, for something lost.

in loving memory… farewell, my love.
for what he left, there she knew. to piece apart of deep sea blue.
and there it washed, upon the door’s shore.
it was there she twirled, a dress of blush, lovely just to say. an innocent crush, or so he thought, and yet it wouldn’t go away.

somehow he knew her, somehow he loved her, and somehow he lost her. curtsy bokeh blurs.
love.
love is an art.
every step slow. the passion strong.
and when pieces fall apart, we begin as strangers again.

so he forgot. he saw her face in every flower, and yet she wasn’t there. but still, he surrounded his world in flowers.