5pm.
He was holding my favorite flowers, Asters,
Yellow for happiness, Red for faith, Orange for love.
His hazel eyes were shining,
His smile came slowly.
He was the person I knew by heart,
The one person I’d been made for.

We stood there for a few more precious moments.
Everything was passing, yet eternal.

Is this real?
Infatuation.

2018.05.16
Uun B.