The First Time Someone Bought Me Flowers

The stars aren’t out yet

But I hold your flowers in my hands

The sky’s gray blue feels alright

I’m not waiting for any light to show itself

And yet, it does

A single bright star lighting up in the otherwise dull

Like the flowers 

I wish I could press them and place each petal in my heart

Something tangible to pull when I need hope

Petals soft and smooth as silken honey

Flowers have always been beautiful to me

But perhaps, even wilting

These are the most meaningful I’ve yet to feel