you said you loved me, a single lilac among others. prettier, you said. sweeter, softer. you loved my delicacy, sense of solitude, my endearing growth. however, sprouts whither, and I find myself asking why must you always turn back to smell the roses.
We once orbited the same light, mirrored as a faded sun within our own withered hearts, and fighting wretched gravity for the sake of each other's love. We now exist on parallel planets, waving politely in solar flares and burning black holes through the long, dark nights.