She curls up with tears in her heart.
Where did it all go she wonders
my dreams of this
my dreams of that.
It’s not what I thought it would be.
Is it ever?
You think just once the bouquet will be full.
But every time you’re wrong.
That one tiny flower is gone.
So you sit back in your chair and think
and think
until it all bleeds out
from the thorns.
That’s when it comes
the vision of the flower
the missing one.
You think about that
its color
its smell
the way it curls in your hair
into new ways and views.
So you sit with it just like that
almost as if its already in your lap.
What you have now
is a vase not quite full
and on the right in the head
you watch as it swirls
round and round
until the flower is found.
The way it comes
no one knows
It’s all new
never been done.
So sit with it still
and wait
until it comes.
Your heart
may split.
Your heart may spill
but your soul, your life, your love
and what matters most
will always come.
By Alicia Gyori
