when will this flower die?

Her hair has grown longer since the last time you saw her. But the smell is the same. Oh, how you've missed that smell. She fills your arms in a long awaited embrace you wish would never end. But it does, and the cold replaces her. She looks at you and smiles. It's the smile that melts your insides, but you keep your composure. She's been fine and so have you. It's apparent that both of you can carry out happy days without each other, but here are these reunions that feel fantastic. And the fantastic feeling is yet again followed by weeks of happy days without one another. This works for you both, but in the back of your minds you're both wondering what will happen with it all. These meetings will eventually end, but the cause is what's in question. Time, other people, other places. Perhaps they won't end. But I suppose we won't know today, and probably not tomorrow, nor the next day. So we'll wait as we have been until something happens.

where are you?

Today I mailed the love letter I wrote to you.
Postage? Oh, no, there wasn't a need for that.
Well, I sent it by a red balloon of course.
How else should one mail such a thing?
What do you mean you won't get it?
Well, yes, I suppose there's a good chance someone else will find those floating feelings, but we both know what the letter said.
You don't have to have read it to know, just look in these hazel eyes.

love lost.

It's been a while. I feel different than I used to. I'm happy. With myself, that is. And that's where I wanted to be. Well I'm here now, and I feel great. But will that become a problem? I'm so comfortable with myself that it seems I'm not letting many people in. Relationships. What a complicated element in life. The love one mostly. Love left my life almost a year ago, and I haven't seen it since. The traditional, romantic love, that is. I love a lot of things, but a male companion is not one of them. I would like to start that up again. I used to hate not having one, but that's definitely changed. But where is this man? I don't think he's close. There have been potentials, but there's always something about these guys that doesn't feel quite right. Even the smallest thing can ruin it all. I can't really reference an example, because there's a sure possibility that my mind's creating these quirks. It's probably a combination of my mind and a slight incompatibility. So I think about this, and conclude every time that there's no real action I can take to solve this. Maybe I don't see it as a problem? No, I don't. And I always figure that my ideal man will come around eventually. If not, then, I guess I'm just stuck with myself, which doesn't seem so bad.