Gone in Spring

Note: This sounds like poetry (first draft), but it's more like a free fall. I felt good when I wrote it last night before going to sleep. Would love to know your comments. :)


Gone in Spring

I felt like I lost my chance ever since you answered that question of mine. It's as if the flower buds are about to bloom, in season, since spring is about to come. But then, after I learned about your answer, it's spring, and yet the flowers have died and they didn't even bloom or woken up to the sun for once. Maybe they did, for the moon or the stars, which only leave them moist with dew, like tears on their leaves, just before the sun is about to rise. Those feelings I had, I let them die like those flowers. It's alright seeing them die that early, although it's spring. It's difficult to force them to live - you water them and care for them - and yet you'll see them die, more and more, the more you find pleasure in taking care of them. Seeing them die even you take care of them each day is worse than just letting them go all at once.