As I stood on her patio, I looked across the busy street
And saw a patch of purple flowers near a sidewalk
Lilacs, or violets, maybe
And for some reason, my mind's eye created an image
A man, no older than I, in front of a woman the same age,
Each clutching the other's hand
Her hair was long and raven black,
His was sandy and curly, nestled atop his head
I couldn't see her face, but I could see his
And I know the look he wore far too well:
That look of pure and innocent love, complete and total devotion. That look one can only wear without heartbreak prior.
That look I wore with Dove.
Eventually, the image faded, and I wondered to myself what I had seen.
Perhaps it was a glimpse into the past.
A moment in time where to lovers met at that spot and embraced each other.
I hope, if that is the case, they lived a happy life together.
I hope they challenged the world and won.
Perhaps it was a glimpse into another lifetime, another timeline.
A look at a life where Dove and I conformed to the roles assigned at birth,
Not out of necessity, but by choice.
I hope that version of me doesn't feel what I felt, what I feel now.
Whatever the case - I have an idea, now. A theory that I can never prove, but it makes me smile.
Though they can be planted artificially, flowers still bloom and spread on their own in nature.
And looking at that one patch of purple flowers, amongst all the green around it, even as the image faded from my mind, I couldn't help but think
Maybe, even if it isn't human, even if it isn't truly alive,
Maybe flowers bloom where true love does.
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Stories, Poems, and Dreams
Historia CortaWelcome to this little book! This is gonna be some of my better small works - poetry and short stories, for the most part, with the occasional dream that I actually end up remembering mixed in. So, sit back, relax, and prepare for a bit of angst! MI...
