FicWad

He said...
"I love you."
Three tiny words.
With the weight of a thousand.
And how happy was I !
Over the moon,
And past the stars...
The crush that bloomed...
Petals soft as evening snow.
But all flowers wither eventually...

Well.
Maybe they don't have to.
With enough care,
And hope...
And perhaps, something beyond the brink of possibilities...
We can keep that flower growing still.

So,
I guess...
My real question is,
Are we going to try ?
Or drop the carnation carcass to the concrete,
And let careless souls trample,
On what once was the reason for my smile...