One hundred days have passed.

 

In my naive beliefs

I hoped all memories would fade with time.

 

Trees have lost their leaves.

Bees have come like thieves

and our sunflowers are now staring 

at me while I'm standing here 

alone.

 

Memories and thoughts

are now brighter and clearer.

I know now

My love for you is stronger

even if I no longer want to feel it.

 

Fuck it!

I have to admit it.

My love for you is real.

It is all I can feel.

It is you and you alone.

Our sunflowers in the sun.

Our empty garden.

You're the one.

 

February 22, 2021