There was once a wild flower
Grew in the meadow
Among other beautiful flowers
The wild flower wondered
If anyone could recognize her

She stood among others
Yet she felt lonely
Hoped to be recognized
Someday

One day
There was a cloud
Passed by the area
Where she lived
The cloud dropped a single rain to her

"Hi"
Said he

She turned to him

"Hi"
She replied

And that was when their story began

He recognized her among other thousand flowers
He watered her
Brought her back to her freshness
And to her own beauty

She lived her life more alive than she ever thought she could be

But one day
Here came the storm
Blocked them away

She tried to reach him
But he was too far

He tried to reach her
But he couldn’t understand how could he get pass the storm

And that’s when she started to feel small
More than ever

As if a part of her had been stolen
As if a part of her had died

"Will I see you again"
She thought, looked down at her palm which was now…
Withered
Her petals loose
She tried to hold on
Yet it was hard to remember
How it was like
To live alone
Since moments were created
And shared
Between her
And him

It was hard
To sleep
At night
When your mind kept trying to remind you of someone
Who was a part
Of your
Memory