If I were the one
to tell only you
I might be going mad,
would you
still be here.
Most times,
I feel like,
a flower growing right there
in the crack of downtown sidewalk.
I’ll sit right down
and wait until,
you’re not so busy and
I’ll keep missing you.
I’m afraid,
I won’t find you,
or my way back.
I could quite possibly,
already be,
lost and in love.
Honestly,
I’m really good at
waiting on this very spot.
I’ll promise
to wait
until you can get back.
I hope you won’t mind
I’ve tripped and fallen
ruining my perfect look.
The whole world is watching
getting a really good laugh.
I can hear them ask,
“Are you a fool
how could a flower
ever expect
to blossom there?”
I ignore them because
I honestly don’t mind
waiting right here
for your hand
to come and take me home
and place me
in that favorite vase.
The vase that now sits empty
next to your naked bed.
I swear I’ll be a compliment
there are a few weeks left
here inside me
and my
handsome blossom.