Paeonia Lactiflora

in the sound of the night, rays of light. their bodies dance with harmony. thoughts move in serenade. when hearts hold

from release.

together through a dance, yet only a single chance.

bouquets left caprice.

leaving to a piece she shared, broken as hands unpaired.

He messed up. It wasn’t the way to go. And as she walks away from the paths that they once walked together, he learned something. He learned what to do differently the next time. The next time she may come around. Whoever she may be. When and if he may be ready… an ember sparking another fire.