they walked.
sometimes they even held hands.
he watched her smile for the sun.
the sun always came first.
then him.
reaching out for jasmine flowers,
watching gentle tips caress their edges
he wondered how she could smile any wider.
“they’re beautiful don’t you think?”
trapped by the only flower he bothered
to replant in his garden
he drifted up towards the sun nodding.
“yes, you are.”

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