He told me to wait,
so i distracted myself
with the simple efforts he gave.

He told me a promise,
to come back
When the flower withers.

I waited for days and days,
the flower withered
but my love didnt.

And then he came back,
holding something
in his hand.

I gave him a smile,
handed the flower
and bid goodbye.

Once upon a time,
I made him a roof
for him to shelter.

But he found something
much more than a roof-
a home that he can shelter, forever.