Flowers

A Girl believes she found love in a red-haired female.

Another day has gone by and I still feel alive but inside I know it’s wrong but I’d love to hold her and sing a song. This day is feeling longer than the last. She left a flower on my doorstep in secret the night before. I know it was her, she wears the same flower. A flower I see daily as she skips to the bus. 

Another day. Shorter than the last, I’ve yet to see the girl. I’ve noticed the bus I take has stopped for the day. 

Today my red haired girl hasn’t left my normal letter in the locker. No sticker. Not a thing to see she’s been there at all. I’ll wait for my girl, I’ll wait till the last petal falls.

Another day, I wake up and I wait for my girl. I wait to see her skip past my house this day. It is a Saturday. I sit awake all day till dark. Sat in my window sill I wait for my girl.

Another day I still wait for her. I decide to walk to our meeting spot. The spot I haven’t seen in weeks. My girl has said “No need to furthermore hide ourselves. We shall meet where we please!” 

I get to our spot. So secret I near forgot the placing. An open cave under trees and the small door we placed for an amount of privacy. I was excited, hearing my girl gigging, I assume she’s heard my feet on the wet grass. Then I hear him. Then the car. 

I no longer feel alive. I can no longer feel my girls hand on mine. It is safe to assume she is no longer mine.