Sunflowers are her favorite.
She pulls over the car and stares into the sunflower field like nothing else exists.
I look at her and she looks distant, the sunflowers took her away.
I ask how me and her are going to get through this.
She simply just stares at the sunflowers.
I watch as a lonely tear rolls down her face and I beg to hug her and tell her it's okay.
But instead I join her and stare at the field of sunflowers.
YOU ARE READING
Sunflowers
Short StoryPoetry/ short stories 🌻 *this book isn't just about one specific person, when I state the word 'You' it's probably a different person in some parts*
