There she goes,
back into the sunlight where the rain never falls.
I hope someday she'll come back to me,
bringing along with her those daisies she'd promised.
I gave it a week.
That turned into a year.
Time grew slower then, yet another year came and passed.
Until I never got to see her.
But one summer night, when all was quiet,
I heard a soft knock tapping on my door.
Drowsy and weary from years of lonesome,
I bore out my hate and frowned my deepest.
"What is it?" I asked in a huff.
And eventually, my eyes widened at the sight of a million
flowers blooming under the moonlight.
My frail legs got up and walked around the patch of soil.
And slowly I understood.
"She was here every night. Tilling the soil, and watering the plants.
Gently humming to herself as you slept,
heading back home when you rose.
She truly was an angel. A true angel in love.
For the past seventy years, she turned this patch of wasteland into paradise.
For a man she had claimed to had fallen for. And now, as all her hard work continues to bloom off the soil, I hope her smile reaches off to you from
the little paradise bestowed onto her."
My head turns up as my eyes water.
Being alone for all these years brought me into a state of bitterness.
And yet she had still believed in me.
That someday, like the shine in my little garden, my smile will reach the heavens.
Blinding everyone with my joy.
