Not like this. Don’t ask me to be alone.
The Only Blossom
a flower that sits
all alone
a clearing around it
plants fear where it grows
its color is brilliant
the brightest red
the same as the glare
during the sunset
the flower is lonesome
so it stretches its roots
it spreads them out
and up more shoot
the flowers keep spreading
but it’s still only one
so the lonesome remains
as it looks for someone
the scent goes wafting
as the roots keep searching
and every few feet
more flowers keep emerging
it keeps on spreading
until it comes upon
a brilliant young flower
spreading along
they stop and sit
as if there are eyes on their faces
they gawk and stare
frozen with amazement
then finally they hug
the flowers’ leaves embrace
and kisses are exchanged
and the lonesomeness evaorates
Have a great day.